cotton.

i used to say the most bold things to you. you said you needed us, and i believed you. i didn't understand it, but i believed you, and i wrote from my heart because of it. i wrote to help the person i glimpsed in the spaces in-between your words.

i still believe it, and when i think about the strangeness of this experience, and the mystery of it, and the wonder of it, i still feel utterly grateful to the fates for letting me be a part of it.

but you don't need us anymore.

and i am so glad that this is so, i am so glad to think of you and smile, but i don't know what to write anymore, i don't know what to give you every night. and if you don't need my help anymore, then why am i here?

that's rhetorical, of course. unanswerable questions are par for this course; i'll just stumble forward, regardless, less bold but still heartfelt.