Empty fridge

I just finished a session with my little cousin who finally admitted she's in love with her girlfriend. When I asked if she'd told her, she said: she knows. I surprised myself by telling her that just because something is clear to us doesn't mean it's clear to other people.

Talking about relationships and breakups, I started wondering whether you know I'm here for you. I know you're going through something hard right now, and even though you say you're fine, I've noticed it doesn't quite seem to be the case.

When it comes to hiding what I feel, I'm one of the best — not something I'm especially proud of — which makes me good at spotting when someone is forcing themselves to look fine while suffering in silence.

I might not be the most sociable human, but I want you to know I'm here to listen, to share whatever you're carrying, and to be with you. If you ever need to talk or even just have a good cry, I'm single and I've got time to offer.

So that's why I'm writing this whole thing: in my head it was clear, but maybe for you it wasn't. Now you know. If one day you decide it's too much, you know how to reach me and where to find me. My place is your place too — the fridge is empty but the lights are on.