Look at me and know this.
You don’t have to understand me.
If I sit at the edge a rooftop with my legs dangling right above moving traffic, it’s not because I want to die. It’s because I want to live without question. The sight is incredible.
If I kiss you for a minute straight and then ask you to leave the room with a flood of tears drowning every inch of my room, leave. Come back in a few minutes. I’ll still love you. I still love you.
If you wake up one day and notice I didn’t sleep at all, take me to bed. Lay me down and wrap your arms around me. Sometimes I can’t sleep because it doesn’t feel like home, but your arms always do.
If you think I seem happier or sadder than usual, say nothing. Do what you usually do. Touch my hands to tell me you love me. I’ll love you right back.
If I leave, whether it’s for a minute or a month, it’s not your fault. I’ll always come back. Sometimes I just forget the way.