Love Is Love. It Doesn't Matter How

There Are Never Words For The Strongest Of Our Feelings. There Is Just The Pain That We Cannot Share. Pain We Must All Feel Alone.

And As Ridiculous As It May Sound, Sometimes All Any Of Us Needs In Life Is For Someone To Hold Our Hand And Walk Next To Us.

I Stand, Walk Over To Him, Sit Down On His Bed, Put My Arms Around Him, Hug Him. He Hugs Me Back Strong And I Can Feel The Shame Coming Through His Arms. I Am A Criminal And He Is A Judge And I Am White And He Is Black, But At This Moment None Of That Matters. He Is A Man Who Needs A Friends And I Can Be His Friend.

Sleep Is Still Difficult I Sleep For Three Or Four Hours A Day. Usually Sometime In The Afternoon. I Walk In The Cold, Keep Myself Numb. I Cry Less, And Less." (james Frey, Pg.88)

And Even Though People Try To Pretend That Pain Doesn't Do Anything To Them, None Of Us Can Really Handle It. Everything Bad We Do In Our Life Is Because Of Pain Of Some Kind.