Dear You (well both of you, actually),
I don't know what to tell you, really...there is no right answer, there is no black and white or set in stone. I can't tell you if it'll work, I am helpless to time, I can only listen to the here-and-now and hope that's enough. Muddled dreams and aspirations and lost perception...maybe not lost, but replaced by an unfamiliar void in self, an abyss that falls to the depths of humanity. And that's if you give me the words...otherwise I'm helpless even to listen.
Please, stop beating yourself up. You mean more to me than you'll ever know, far too much for that. No one's perfect, if you were you'd be an abstraction. So if you could kindly cut yourself some slack, you'd be giving someone some peace of mind.
Always,
Chris.
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