Our talks

Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to sit down, comfortable on the sofa, and just talk?

To have real, meaningful conversation, to be listened to and heard

To know that someone cared enough to use up their time to hear you speak of your troubles.

It didn’t matter what those troubles were, they were listened to and cared for all the same.

If I had that right now, I think I’d just cry.

I’d sit and sob into my knees as I huddled into a ball, melting into the cushions.

I’d fall climbing the mountain of stories I needed to tell

I’d trip on the landslide of words as they all rushed to my lips at once.

I miss the talks.

I miss that feeling.

I miss that tether of love that is needed for healing.

~A

P.s.

Dedicated to the best cousin there is,

Thank you