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.

I keep forgetting that I can’t save those who don’t want to be saved
We already know what’s right, but we choose our lusts instead
Healthy partner will always ask, ‘Who do you really want to be?’
‘Resisting arrest’? When police have wrongly invaded your home?
Bride is 89 and the groom is 86,
As we encounter emotional truth, poisonous past can make us numb
The Fourth Amendment? Hmmmm. No, we’ve never heard of that one
We’re becoming so selfish that our old ‘social scripts’ are dying