When I love someone, I love them unconditionally. Even if a relationship ends, by their means or by means of my own, I still love them.
     When someone I love is upset about something, I feel empathy, rather than sympathy, for them. It always makes things better because I can understand where they're coming from and feel along with them.

I'm awake right now. Thinking my brain into mush. Being vulnerable to hurt and the pain of loss. I bury myself in the past and the closed doors behind me. It's me taking one step forward and two steps back. Opening doors to look in on things that have already happened. My heart is stuck in the memories of things that are better than the lonely moments that crowd around me. They try to get into my pockets and travel with me to unknown destinations. I will empty my pockets, the things left wet and torn in the washing machine. Just trying to get myself clean of this ball and chain attached to my shoulder. I carry my heart on my sleeve. I size up my options every chance I get. It's something I can't help myself from doing. Being open to an experience that can color the next period of my life.