Yeah.
Today is one of those days.
Those back in the day.
Remember?
When I would call you and just ask for a hug.
That hug, your hug.
Some kind of protection.
But actually, what I really needed was to cry.
Cry my heart out.
And you would be that patient man.
Would listen to me.
Ask me one or two things to make me think.
And there I was... finding answers to myself.
The walk home was always calm.
Sometimes laughing of how ridiculous I was.
And what I made you go through.

What are you doing now?
Can I have a hug?