spoonful of sugar
Today finally hurt like it should.
An acknowledgement, I'll never stop loving you. In a way I can't yet describe I suppose I'll always be here.
You're running from something, when it catches up I'd like to be there for you. But you love me and you couldn't ask that of me. I see that now.
So in some small way at least, I hope I can be there to help catch you when you fall. You really deserve the world. Just please don't kill yourself for it.
As a loving creature I can be there to help stop you as best that I can. I can hope for more but I'd be delusional if I ever counted on it, it's not what's important. So I'm here, wings open, friendly as I've ever been, give or take.
It'll get better. You'll heal. I could help, I will. But to deny it to you on my simply my own terms would betray my feelings. It'll take it's shape, it has before, it will again.
I know there were times when you truly loved me, I know they were terrifying. But if Bonnie Raitt gave me anything that wasn't just Rogue, it was the understanding here.
Just, keep yourself safe okay? Don't work too hard, don't be scared, feel your feelings instead of running from them. Even as a friend I know I can ask you not to hide...
I'm not unlovable. But anything beyond platonic seems so unreasonable now, you've set a high bar, you've seen the real me and didn't burn it all down. That's the tallest order anyone could take.
The door doesn't have a lock, but I only tell that to people who I know have the courtesy to knock first.