The Conflicting Needs
He needs me to help with designing a holiday campaign for charity. She needs me to write up a review of her new bag. He needs me to answer his text so he knows if he has a date to his holiday party. She needs me to call her back so I can listen to how she let another one go and provide advice on how to find a better one next time. He needs me to decide where I am spending the holidays so he can book his own flight. She needs me to have soup with her across from my fireplace after an endless day of meetings so we can work out what we have been fighting over. He needs me to lie and say I like him. She needs me to forgive her and be the friend that I used to be. But I need you. I need long talks at midnight about everything that has been craving to escape my soul. I need a place where I can take my makeup off, and expose my vulnerability. I need you to be my port in the storm of everyone else, that houses the lighthouse that guides me home.