When Someone You Are Close To Needs A Hand

Just being there to hear them talk about their problems is all it takes. Being at your phone when they make that desperate call. If only I had a car. I would be at her house in an instant. I would spend the day with her. She doesn't need my advice. I give what I can. I know she holds my advice above all others. But I know what to say. I know what she will disregard and what she needs to hear. It's the truth. I know what I would be thinking in her shoes. It always seems to be that way. Especially for her. I am there for her and care for her. She can call me at any hour, at any place, for any reason. She can wake me up at any point in the night. I will always be there to listen and help her. And I am glad that she knows it, even though she will apologize every time. I am glad that I am closest to her out of anyone. I am glad that she is the only one who knows me as well as I know myself. I am glad that I know her. I guess I'd have to thank my parents for that. Regardless of how they feel about her, I still have to thank them for taking the course that they did, making the life decisions that they did, when they made them.