The moment you figure it out is life changing.
Seeing yourself in your friends is normal, safe, comforting.
The moment you recognize your old pain in your friend, is heartbreaking.
Seeing yourself helpless as they struggle is torture.
The moment you realize they are about to figure it out is illuminating.
Seeing yourself cheering from the sidelines is restraining.
The moment you realize they need to struggle alone brings sorrow.
Seeing them reach out to you for help is healing.
I will wait for you to reach out. I will help pick up the pieces. I love you without conditions. Love yourself the same.
Musings of The Edmonton Tourist 
I love myself almost every night.
Wait…that’s not quite what you meant, is it?
I’m happy for you, but that type of lovin is call private. Here is a good rule of thumb, if you can’t share it with you mom- then think carefully before sharing with me.
What? I meant I draw a heart with my name in it before I go to bed at night. Sheesh, mind out of the gutter, girl!
I do not want to know where or what you draw the heart DUDE go love yourself and get some rest, its a big day for you tomorrow!