OUT OF THE BLUE...


I was doing some cleaning up and found this in a long-forgotten notebook, scribbled hastily, heavily... snapped shut, and then forgotten.

Everyday you wake up thinking it will be a little easier, hoping it will be easier. And then you hear some thoughtful thing said or done, a little 'thank you' maybe, and it's nice enough to make you smile... and it does get easier.

Sometimes you wonder if it's smart to keep romanticizing things and to keep taking all the crap in silent forbearance, or if it's better to hand them some of it back, just to be fair. But then you know there will be mortification in realizing that they do not know better, couldn't know better... because they're not where you are and they do not do what you do.

All they know is that you love them.

You told them so.

I remember now...