dear you,
i like you a lot. i totally fell for you and i think, in spite of all of it, that you're pretty damn good for me. you tricked me into opening my heart and letting you in, and i'm so glad. this is the cheesiest love song ever.
the thing is, i know you have a lot of shit to work through, and i want to be supportive, and i want to be encouraging, and i don't really exactly know how to do that without feeling nagg-y or like your icky wife.
cause you got one of those to get over (or whatever) already. i am not trying to jump into that hole in your lifestyle.
so that's why sometimes it feels kinda cold over here, and why i'm not jumping to nurse you back to health after a fucking binge, sniffling on the phone. please.
so go, get better, do it. i'm behind you (hm) and all for it, cause i still have the same story- i think you're wonderful. i want you to be able to live it, and if it means you go far away, fine. but not if you just go far away in your mind, cause i am not trying to be the one who punishes you when you regain consciousness.
that's your business.
this message is a lot harder than i meant it to be. huh.
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