Here I was, the stage set for some sort of mental breakdown tonight. The sobbing, the tears, locked in my bedroom alone trying to listen in hopes my parents wouldn't wake up, it all felt a bit too angsty teenager for me. But I couldn't stop. I couldn't get a hold of myself.

And then you texted me. I don't know if you did so because you knew I needed something or if it was just some damn good timing, but you are a warm blanket and a cup of coffee in the backseat of my ride away from whatever snapping point I've reached this summer.

I'm gonna be okay today and its because of you. I'll be a goner if you ever leave.