Jan 30, 2002
i accidently deleted one of my posts, i really liked it too so i'm going to try to remember how it went...
misery loves company. and pain loves understanding.
...like when the milk's gone sour and you tell your mom to smell it. you know it smells bad but you ask her to smell it anyway. you want her to know what you're talking about when you say "this stinks."
...like when you fall off your bike. you sit on the ground, clutching your skinned knees, crying. and your friend gets off her bike and comes down to the ground with you to help you up. she doesn't ask how you are from above. she gets down with you so she can help you back up.
...like when you have a cut on your finger. it was only bleeding for a few seconds and is now fine. but still you get a band-aid for your wound. because then it's covered with a blanket of gauze. and you look at your finger and don't see the pain, but the healing.
...like when you feel like shit and all you want it a hug. because when i'm in your arms, i'm safe from everything else. because i can bury my head in your shoulder and hide the hurt in my eyes from the world. because i'm not strong enough to stand on my own. and you're willing to be my crutch and let me lean on you. because then it's not my pain, or your pain, but our pain.
posted by sarah 9:54 PM
