The Mok Spot

Andrew makes everything heavy.

Everything. And the situation is always the same. I trot along then he's there and bam. HEAVY.

But he has this clarity. This ablity to see right through me and helping me see myself. The years have run together. It's been three or four, but he's been there. More or less. Better or worse, but there.

That, to me, is a startling revelation.

On a slightly unrelated note, I'm emailing Josh. On his birthday. It might not be the most uplifting note ever, but it will give me some semblance of closure. Finally.

I guess sometimes things need to get heavy.