Baby, I am not sick of you... I never could be. How pathetic I must sound to everyone right now. I am so damn far from seeing clearly... But I love you, so I stay, and whenever you need me I will be here. All I could think of last night was you. You were sick, so I brought you soup and gatorade and popsicles and medicine. I didn't want to be anywhere else, even though I just laid there and watched you sleep and held you. I was not discontent. I love you... it is that simple. And yes, my life feels like it is falling apart... but again, that is not what I am thinking about. I am thinking about you. I was listening to te radio on my way over last night and I heard that Cross Fade song that you sent me. I waited in the car until it was through. I don't know why, maybe because in some strange deluded way it makes me feel better... but if that were the case it wouldn't make tears well in my eyes everytime I hear it. I will finally concede to you that you were right, there is no way I can ever flly understand you, but I can not take the fall for that. I can only understand what you are willing to share with me. So far, everything you have shared with me I understand. I can understand the way you tell me you are feeling and why. I have to admit, it doesn't always make sense to me but I understand. I guess I am a minimalist. I reduce things down to their simplist form and work from there. I love you and I accept you, and that is simple to me, but I guess it really isn't about me. If it were me, maybe things wouldn't seem so simple. I love you, and I will be listening through the splintering shards of my shattered life when you are finally ready to come back...
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