Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John

It was late at night, and I had just walked into the space right inside the glass doors of the library.  My hair was a mess, my makeup was a bit smeared.  I wasn't wearing shoes, carrying my bag and my heels.  I was beyond tired, as I always am after prom.  I was waiting for Kara to come and pick me up, and then a girl walked into the space.  She was crying, as I've only seen her do twice before.  She looked at me. "Do you have a phone I could use?" She sniffled out, trying to contain herself.  I understood, she hates crying in front of other people.

Instead of giving her my phone, which she could plainly see in my hand, I hugged her.  I stroked her hair.  "I'm just really sad," she said, starting to really sob, "I'm sorry, I'm just really sad."  I knew what she was talking about, I knew why she was sad.  I rubbed her back as I held her tighter, knowing she did not want to be held.  "I promise," even though I couldn't, "that it will be okay.  Its going to be okay."  And she sobbed even harder and then I hugged her for a little while more and when she stopped crying I let her go.  "I'm sorry." She sniffled it out again, wiping her eyes.  "Don't ever be sorry for feeling.  Just don't." "Yeah." That was it.  She then said, "You look good. Really good. No boy deserves you."  I laughed.  "Do you need my phone or not?"  "Yeah," she smiled, "I do.  Give it here."  And that was the end of the conversation.

That girl and I are actually very similar, and last night I felt really close to her because she's cried in i'm front of me more than she has in front of anyone else (save her parents or sibling)- this she's told me.  I'm glad that this girl and I, who used to have a certain discord saved for each other, have become like this.  I'm glad she feels comfortable enough to cry in front of me- she knows I'll comfort her.  And then we don't have to talk about it, and we can all move on with our lives.

Its important to me that I help people who need it, people who have no choice but cry in front of me.  I may be damn uncomfortable, but that will never stop me from comforting them.  It's only because I understand how terrible it is to be in that position, I understand the feelings that go along with it.  At that point, anyone who gives you comfort is a saint.  And it isn't that I want to be a saint in someone else's eyes- I just want to do the right thing.  I always want to do the right thing.  I'm glad I did the right thing last night.

Its important to me, because I don't want people to feel alone in the world.  I've felt that way before, and it is not a fun feeling.  The world is a scary place enough without feeling like you don't have a friend.

"Travel south until your skin turns warmer
Travel south until your skin turns brown
Put a language in your head and get on a train
And then come back to the one you love'

"Yeah you're great, you're just part of this lifetime of dreaming

That extends to the heart of this long summer feeling"