May 05, 2009 22:18
Henry. Seriously. I mean, yes, my family matters a lot to me, obviously, and I'd be really upset if, you know, Mom or Dad died (especially Mom, because, well), but Henry is the one person really holding me together right now. After Mom left, he was the one who was there for me, even as Dad suffered from depression of his own. Henry wasn't afraid to be around us, even though things were hard at first. In fact, he was the one who helped Dad and I remain optimistic in spite of things. He made me feel safe and warm and happy when my world was crumbling.
And let's just say the sex isn't bad either. I mean, I was nervous at first, but just like with everything else, Henry calmed me down and helped me realize it would be okay, that I didn't need to be perfect.
He helps me be human. Imperfect, but human. A mixed-up girl, but human. Me.
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