i remember the crying
things never change
she still cries to this day
but there is something comforting in her tears
i think absence is the key to painlessness
but these things are never easy for the weak
we give in to empathy
she laid her head on my chest
"i think i'm comfortable with you"
i think you're delusional
"yeah...i guess, if you want to put it that way"
"what do you mean?"
"you're always comfortable with me when you're hurting"
i'm no good at things of this sort
at least we know things won't change