I remembered recently how good it feels to be next to someone and how I've missed it over so much time and now all I can do is recall is how terrible it feels to be torn from that feeling and how well I remember it from my past.

A little bit of certainty and honesty goes such a short way these days.

And what a terrible thing to say, I guess. But that's just the way I feel. Being taken in and spit out, even if it was so unintentional, just makes me angry and upset. And so here I am trying to turn the anger in to something different and it's so difficult to do. I was right there, working on an email that explained how all I wanted to do was make you happy because I felt like you weren't.

The other side of kindness is truth. The balance is delicate.