Saturday, July 16, 2011

Honey Bee

When I got to your house I found out that you didn't want me to come over. And I saw you in a state of despair: face red, tired eyes, fetal position, headphones in to drown out the world. But of course I stayed. I wouldn't dare leave you when I know you're hurting.
I listened to your thoughts and told you mine. I ended up spending hours with you. And it was all completely worth while because in the end I got to hear you laugh. I'm glad because at the very least I helped bring a smile to your face.

I couldn't have spent my day any better.

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