I don’t know if you know how much it meant to me that you called to ask what happened. That you’ve held a conversation with me for most of the day. I know you care, and you always have. You said so last night. I’m not just anybody to you; I’m somebody to you, so it matters if I’m okay. But with all of this confusion lately, I don’t always know what to think, or what to expect.
F*** you, because I love you when I shouldn’t.
But, thank you. Because I love you.