she asked: net, can you please do me a favor?
can you please dial this number; tell him that i love him.
i began to question why.
and then it all made sense to me.

can you help me tell him that i love him?

in truth, it's been a while since i woke up
feeling the way i felt this morning
feverish and empty
throat still in pain
heart in even more pain

nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be this hard
im going back to the start

i am the complicated and the complicating

bird sent this to all her angels:

Love is a deep, tender ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
Love is when you lust for what’s inside of a person.
Love is putting the wants and needs of others before your own.
Love is an emotion that is misinterpreted pretty often. People confuse infatuation and lust with love all the time, and there is really no comparison.
To love someone you must be completely selfless.
To love unconditionally means that you love with all that you have, and you don’t have to be loved in return.
Love is undying devotion.
Love costs you nothing, it doesn’t lessen you, or make you seem weak.
Love is not painful, what hurts is when the love is not returned.
Love is patient, kind, and caring.
Love is when you get butterflies and feel giddy in your love’s presence.
Love is a risk that is worth taking. Don’t be afraid to open your heart, even though it may be broken.
It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.

can you please help me tell him that i love him and that his brownie is still in my fridge, wrapped in cellophane?