Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Summer Breeze

I sat on the steps with you, the sun was out and warm on my bare arms. This whole thing was strange for me between the sun and you coming to talk to me, I wasn't sure what to do. What to fix. I kept getting distracted by your hair as it flowed in the summer breeze.
It wasn't until tonight as I thought about you that I knew what to do. To just be there for you. As your friend. That perhaps what you need now more then anything isn't someone to tell you truths but someone to stand by you through the truths. That in time it will all blow over with this summer breeze.

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