To find a heart of sentiment that mirrors your own. It makes me feel as if I'm not really alone. & we let it be so simple & sweet. I will hold onto the words you've written to me. Human connection is simply seeing & being seen. Thank you for giving so freely. It's silly & warm. Like it's supposed to be.

My clouded mind could never love itself the way you love your perceived hope.
I wish you could make me, shove me, kick me, spit in my face until I just do it.
But this weight is mine and mine alone.