return the favor

Dear you,


i don't know what it was that made you come over and talk to me. maybe it was because i looked pretty in my dress or that i smiled and your heart warmed up. or maybe it was just the simple fact that i stood alone in a circle of friends. whatever it was, you did come over and you talked. simple as that.

you told me silly stories, you told me heartbreaking stories, you told me how your shoulder got broken by some stupid accident. and how that accident caused an early halt for your sports carreer. you told me an awful secret about your family.
and i, i told you nothing. i nodded, i smiled and i touched your shoulder as a sign of "i hope you're better now. i'm here for you".  

we spent two weeks together. fourteen days. you told me how you wish you could get rid of your girlfriend. you told me about your fears and asked me for mine. you said i was always welcome in your home. i told you about my dead friend. i told you about silly adventures. you listened. but i wanted to tell you so much more.

somehow, three days were enough to wake up from this daze and realize you've told everything you wanted to tell. well, what about me? you're the one who makes me open up doors in my head that i have closed for so many years. i'm scared shitless and you're not there to catch me. i just want to tell you some stories. some awful secrets because i can not walk with them alone anymore.