I felt that.
Well, I feel everything.
I type and retype and reread my texts three times before you see them. And yours, I re-read them probably twice as much. That's just me.
I overthink it, rethink the overthinking, then analyze that. I can't change it. That's just me.
I feel every word, every comma, every emoji. I feel the thought, the meaning, the reason.
I'll take the time to emphasize the tone it would have if I said it aloud to you face to face.
I'll read yours in three different ways. Actually, most likely, more than three. That's just me.
You know what else is just me?
I'll mean it. I'll sincerely mean it. When I say it, it's meant. It's real.
You will never get a one word "sorry" form me. You won't get a "gotcha." You won't get a half-assed answer or a picture perfect response every time. Maybe, you may not even get the answer you want to hear. But it's me.
You will never get an offer to help that I don't truly wish you would take me up on.
You will never get an "I love you" that I didn't mean with all my heart.
And I promise you that when I tell you I will Pray for you, I am already.
That's. Just. Me.
