Someone once told me that everyone should have a friend like me.? I’m open, honest, giving (of my time and anything else I have to spare), loyal.? Always there to be leaned on or cried on.? One look into their eyes and I can tell when something is missing, broken… when someone is hurting.? And I do whatever I can to fix it, no matter how I’m feeling or what’s going on in my life, mind, heart, soul…
So where’s mine?? Don’t get me wrong.? My friends are as a general rule, all of those things and more.? But with so much going on and so many needing support…
I’ve been broken into so many pieces.? For a long time I didn’t think I wanted to fix it.? Now that I do… I don’t know how.
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