I would kill for a hug right now. Someone to wipe away my tears and tell me not just that everything will be okay, but that I’ve done a good job. That the fact I’d give the shirt off my back to a stranger, that I would give my life and time to my family and friends, that I never question if who I give to would have given me the same, that I’m always there for anyone in need because I do know the value & comfort of “just being there”, that I’m always a listening ear regardless of my personal opinion. Someone to tell me that my countless occurrences of bad luck no matter how many old ladies I save that day (lol… seriously) are just here to make me stronger. Let alone, I’m so fucking tired. I know how short life can be–smiling one minute, dead the next. sigh I guess I just wiped away my own tears.