I’m with you.
The way that you want me.
More than anything.
You told me that you weren’t ready
to be in something real. A “real relationship,” rather than just friends.
He was abusive
I can be there. I can be that person for you.
I said it and I meant it. I’ll be there for you through the rough nights, when you’re sweating, shaking. When you wake up screaming because you don’t know what happened or who is next to you. I’ll be there when you are able to see me or not. I can take your “crazy” your unstable, your thoughts that don’t make sense.
They don’t have to.
Thoughts sometimes don’t make sense, but the feelings associated with them are valid because you are feeling them. Feelings matter. You matter…to me.
I will be waiting for you if need a break. I will be here when you come back from your journey to find yourself. You might feel lost, we all do at times, and if you’re searching for you, you will find out. I can give you the sapce to do that. I can’t help you or save you but I know you’re going to get better. You are strong like that.
You can breathe and I’ll rub your back. I’ll hold you and tell you it’s going to be okay. I’m not just saying that I mean it.
I don’t care about your trauma. Well, I care, but I love you regardless of that label. PTSD isn’t who you are, it’s what you experience.
You are allowed to have pain. You are allowed to hurt, feel sad, yell, freak out, or whatever you need to do to feel your feelings. It’s okay. I am not going to leave you.
We don’t have to define what this is, who we are, just know that I am here. That’s what matters.