Please come back home

She said "Some days I feel like shit
Some days I wanna quit
And just be normal for a bit"

I'm definitely not the best advisor around. I'm always tongue tied, always grabbing random bits of words from jumbled up thoughts to string them into sentences that may not make sense in my own head, let alone after I stutter them. And I'll pull a gobsmacked, puzzled expression. No, not very good.

I'm definitely not the best listener around, either. Sure, I'll look at you with empathy-lined eyes and nod at appropriate moments. Then your words may get criss-crossed with my thoughts, and it starts blurring up. But people expect you to say things. People expect you to be the saviour, to be the miracle holder, to somehow make everything okay again. No, not very good either.

But hell, if there's one thing I pride myself with, is being there. There. Mentally, emotionally, physically, there. Available. I'd drop everything and absolutely everything to be there. Being there may not be very much, but it's the best I can do. It may mean nothing to someone who needs words at such a time. And heck, you may not even notice that I'm there. But hey, I'm right there next to you, even if I don't understand. With arms wide open, my eyes watching yours, ready to continue staying there.

Currently listening to: Fort Minor - Where'd You Go