You mean too much to me. There are people you meet in life like that - important, honest, leech-like. Your situations latched onto my heart the first time you told me the truth about yourself. Your truth was mine too, locked up in a pit of self-inadequacy and smiles. I knew you were special. You still don't know though. That's why you're cycling in pain and stagnation. But you can walk away. Give me your hand. I'll walk with you. Haven't I always?
I can never turn you away because you are connected to my weakness source. Or strength supply. I love everything about your person because its imperfect. You know though. You know that when you're tested it takes love to help a man stand after luve knocked him down and spat in his face. I'd never laugh at your misfortunate. No. That's an auto-biography written with tears from a broken spirit. I know that hurt.
So call me always. Call me never. It doesn't make a difference. Just smile when you see me. Friendship needs no thanks.
Love Forever,
Me
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