I’m going to sleep now, talk to you later – and before I could lock my phone your name popped up again. One missed call. Two missed calls. A message. The third time I picked up and she didn’t have much to say anymore. She cried for my help, ‘how do I open up to you, I want to be worth it’. Not realizing she already was, I wasn’t the one who’s voice was breaking from despair. So I listened to her explaining everything, how her brains works and why her hands shake. I listened and told her everything she already knew, but needed to hear again. I heard her laugh again and fell asleep on the phone, her silence accompanied by mine.
hush, we all break sometimes