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.

They’re just images of past love, but I can’t make them go away
I can’t help wanting to replay life with emotionally healthy parents
Goodbye, Courtney Haden
There are three kinds of lonely — and I don’t know which this is
Insane incentives create insane results as kids are paid to attend classes
Am I betraying the truth if I don’t preach to the converted each day?
Why are so many of us afraid of the love and happiness we want?
What if repairing my worst flaw meant losing my greatest power?