it's really all just fucked up

maybe i don't need all these words. maybe that title is enough.

i want to demolish the dam holding back your tears and hold you until you've cried them all. it is okay if you get some snot on my shirt; i will dress grungy (not techy) in preparation.

i want to hear you tell me about how your family's decisions make you feel. it is okay if only half your words are intelligible; the point isn't to accurately exchange information. it's to connect emotionally, so that you can be emptied & filled as needed.

i want to be close to you in every way.

but what's really going to happen, if i do what i should, is this: we're going to not be friends anymore.