I'm actually needed, Needed! I'm sitting there having the woman that I love tell me her problems, and that is all that runs through my head.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why is it that when people run to me with problems I can be there for them, I can be witty, and helpful for them. Why not for the people I actually care about!
All I can do is sit there and listen, and watch her face, and look at that damned scar on her arm. I want to help her!
"Because I love you
I get tongue-tied around you
- Dan Bern
I always know what to say. Always. I've handled divorces, marriages, pregnancies, cheating boy/girlfriends, and a plethora of depressions
But there, and then, I didn't know what to say.