If I'm Crazy, What Does That Make HER??

She Listens.
She listens to ME!
She listens to me bitch.
She listens to me bitch about everything and complain about nothing.
She listens to my ranting, moaning, whining, things that make me happy, others that make me sad, things I remember, others that I just want to forget.
She listens.

And more importantly, she hears.
She hears me.
She hears me when I’m not asking for advice but need it, when I need consoled but haven’t made it obvious, when I just need someone to acknowledge my existence. She hears through few words that I am sad, that I am happy, that I am a little off my rocker and forgot to take my happy pills.
She hears.

She notices,
She notices things I don’t say, things I am not talking about, things I haven’t mentioned that maybe need to be brought out.

She cares,
Unconditionally, she cares about my well-being, my feelings, my dreams, my aspirations, my cranky ass, me.

She understands.
OK, she doesn’t always understand, but she tries. And even when she doesn’t totally get me, she still gets me.

She’s blunt, hasn’t got an ounce of sugar coating in her entire body. And I love her for that. She tells me what I need to hear, NOT what I want to hear. She offers words that are best fitted to the circumstance, instead of telling me something just to pacify my mood. If I am wandering too far from reality, she snaps me back into life.
She pays attention.

She’s creative. A great writer who happens to have an amazing idea for a novel that she needs to start writing! A great photographer. She’s very stylish and girly (the opposite of me).

She likes many things in opposition to my likes and likes few of the things that I do. She pisses me off. I piss her off. She thinks I am crazy. I think she is crazy. And at the end of the day, there isn’t anyone else I’d rather fit into my heart the way she fits.

She supports my decisions, no matter how far-fetched they may be. And even if she doesn’t completely agree with me, she still stands by my side and defends me.

She’s original.
She’s loyal.
She’s amazing.
She’s mouthy.
She’s cynical and bitter (like me).
She’s playful and funny.
She’s honest.
She’s one who could care less if she “fits” in, like me.
She’s a great mom.
She’s a great wife who needs spoiling more.

She’s always there for me.
And I will always be here for her.

"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of confusion or despair, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing... not curing... that is a friend indeed." ~ Henri Nouwen