before you left i dragged you the mall, we actually took your car and I told you about the skin under my thigh that felt like a mountain pasture and then we went into Teavana where the cashier manipulated me into buying forty dollars worth of tea leaves and I felt like **** afterwards because i hadn't really wanted to buy forty dollars of tea leaves. You didn't roll up your sleeves, but you stopped me in the middle of the walk way by Starbucks and the American Girl store and took the bag. You took my wallet, my receipt, my heart, and told me stay there. When you came back, you said you had returned it. I stood in awe of you, ready to cry. You had skin, lungs, eyes and a mouth, living, breathing, ready to lie at my expense. That was the first time I held your arm in months. Looking back, maybe it was only child parts of me clinging to the one person that continued to stand up for me, i don't know. i really don't know.