True

I thought once that it was true. I'd talk, and that one would always have to respond. Advice, judgement, anything to hear himself speak. But I thought it was true. Even when I said no, it could still be true.

True is listening. True is there in need. True doesn't always have an answer, but that's OK.

True, I spilled my fucking guts the other night, and I'm still scared because of it, and it hurt to admit how much that one destroyed me. I showed my weakness, and it was actually alright. And in a moment of need, the True friend isn't just conveniently located, but also the first call. It's the best feeling to have.

Sunflowers

Maybe it's getting older or maybe it's getting wiser. Maybe it's hurt, or maybe it's love. Something changes. I recently tried to tell my friend why we were the way we were but prefrontal cortices aside,  the heart knows what the heart knows. Some days Taylor Swift understands me, and some days I'm wildly in love with you. And yesterday or tomorrow I might just want to scream and kick and cry because everything hurts and everything sucks. Life goes on. Time is changing and sunflowers are here. Winter will come and go and I'm running out of time to make life-changing decisions. Even so, life goes on, and love, you will too.

I'm afraid of getting too caught up in my own life and missing the interruptions that make it amazing.