All I want and all I need
Is someone who believes in me.
— Reese Roper, “Suckerpunch”
I’ve never felt as loved and understood as I felt when I read her email that night.
It was years ago, and I hadn’t thought about what she wrote for a very long time. I thought the memory was safely packed away in my unconscious — in a box marked, “Dangerous: Do not open.”
The box opened all by itself late Friday night and memories came tumbling out. I have no idea why. I can’t explain it. But for the last 24 hours or so, I’ve been filled with memories of feelings which are awful and terrible and painful — but also sweet and loving and healing.
I honestly can’t say whether this is good or bad. I just know the memories hurt my heart, but they also remind me so much of what I long to feel again.

Time and maturity have changed
Too many voices with little to say: Politics matters less and less to me
At times, we have to just wait for the day when we’ll see the fruit
A president can be dictator if he claims it’s for national security
FRIDAY FUNNIES
New information demands that I change some of what I think I am
Great ideas are valuable, but they’re worthless without solid execution
Nothing new here: Russell Brand pushing same old socialist idiocy
U.S. debt per capita worse than basket cases such as Greece