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.

Without courage to take action, day will come when it’s too late
Young New Yorkers say they’re fleeing the city — Why? High taxes, low opportunities
Identity crisis may be long-coming integration of warring parts of me
Sex is everywhere in our culture, but we’re starved for intimacy
If you’ve gotten on the wrong bus, nothing changes until you get off
KKK-loving newspaper owner has always been a nut; this isn’t news
My utopia’s different from your utopia — and that’s just fine