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.

Few things scare humans like the prospect of living, dying alone
Why did we slowly let them strip our neighborhoods of most trees?
Police shut down dealer in the never-ending ‘War on Lemonade’
Suicide ends pain of depression, but scars loved ones left behind
Where are Obama’s tears when he’s the one killing innocent children?
Idiots in Congress haven’t heard of ‘law of unintended consequences’
She took an easy way to escape risk, but she’s left to deal with empty life
‘We’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
I’m still hungry for healthy love that my 5-year-old self craved