Never disrespect the person who made sure you were okay when no one else did. And don't forget her either.
This is the risk we take, some of us. This is the risk we take, willing but apprehensively, and we hope for the best even when the dust of their leaving has settled and we feel nothing but boot heel grit in our teeth and the heaviness of time.
This is the risk, the risk we take because we open our hearts and put them bleeding on our own sleeves. We don't do this for show or the accolades but because we care.
Deeply. Ocean's deep. Galaxies deep. Breath caught in the chest at 3:00am deep.
This is the risk, the messy risk, and the wake of closeted sad that often follows.
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