Just the other day some stranger spoke to me with the intent to help. It left me thinking, trying to remember when the last time was I did this for someone else. I was at a loss.
I've wanted to hug you a thousand times but couldn't. You've brightened up my days countless times. Thanks for being there.
It's 6 in the morning and I wish I had someone I could message at 6 in the morning telling her I wish she was here with me, close to me. But then I let out a terrible beer-fart and I remember why maybe being in bed alone after a night on the town isn't such a bad thing.