And that night I told you everything. I told you my plan, and you you didn't call the cops, you stayed there, you talked to me, said I would get through this, we would, together, you talked me out of it. You have always known what to say, I am forever grateful, but God, sitting her tonight, talking to you, two years later, I'm short of words, I don't know what to say, I keep saying "sorry" but that desn't do anything, sorry means sympathy, and sympathy isn't what you want, you need to hear it's going to be okay, but I haven't thought to say that.
All I know now, is that the biggest talkers, aren't such good listeners, but also the bigget listeners, have stories to tell, battles of their own, they know what to say, because they were once in your place, and tell you what they had wanted to hear.
