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.

New command from the French state: ‘Thou shalt not say Facebook or Twitter on TV or radio’
After long but necessary detours, the beginning finally nears for me
How would you see your body if nobody told you it was flawed?
Being treated with respect changed black teen’s racial beliefs in 1974
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Obama: ‘…all the choices we’ve made have been the right ones…’
What if a key to knowing what to do is built into everybody’s gut?
Meeting with dead man left me pondering choices of life, death
Urban Meyer’s drunken behavior points to deeper character issues