puzzling through this life. i am so many different kinds of messes and i have nursed them like co-dependent mothers creating needy children. all my dysfunctional coping mechanisms are leaving the nest and i can't say it feels comfortable. who am i without all my broken pieces? he brings so much welcome healing and so much disorientation in the process of getting to know new versions of myself.
i love you so much i will watch strangers come and go in the airport for hours from too hard seats just to make sure you get on your plane in one piece.