When your lost in the woods of New York City, it sometimes takes a little while for your to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can try and convince yourself that you’ve just wandered a few blocks off of your original path, that you’ll find your way back any moment now. Then night falls again and again and you still have no idea where you are, and its time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.
” I need your help.”
Wait. After a little while, a response comes, ” I’m right here, what can I do for you?”
And here commences the strangest and most secret conversation. The strange interior gesture of friendship. The lending of a hand from me to myself when nobody else is around to offer solace.
I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There is nothing you will do to loose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Sadness and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.
