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.

Head and heart don’t agree about love, including Valentine’s Day
Here’s Valentine’s Day music for lonely folks with nobody to love
My mother was more impressive than my father led me to believe
What if all truth and all beauty can be traced back to one source?
Rational rules don’t apply when the state gives itself a monopoly
As nightmares plague my friends, I’m grateful mine have subsided
Regardless of political beliefs, why does anyone watch Bill O’Reilly?
Where are Obama’s tears when he’s the one killing innocent children?
We don’t know how to love until we learn to set our egos aside