Sometimes you are raw-boned and tender-hearted and gooey-centered and lovely, and all you want is to grab hold of the people nearest you and say goddamn, thank you. Thank you so much for making me not alone. Thank you so much for not making me travel this bizarre journey by myself. Thank you for being lost with me. Thank you for getting lost with me. But all you can manage is a shaky-handed hug and that has to be enough, doesn’t it? It just has to be.
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you.