I remember waking up in the middle of a dream,
staring at the ceiling & feeling my wet cheeks.
When morning came,
I remember telling you about waking up crying;
about a dream I couldn’t quite piece together.
“I know, I heard you,” you said.
Maybe it was then that I knew you never minded watching me cry.
Alyssa Chaffee 
Your writing makes me think about some things that I’m going through, it’s really good. Could you maybe check out my blog and see what you think? I’ve always loved writing but kept putting it off and now something big changed in my life and I decided to start writing again.
Of course! That’s the beautiful thing about writing: when you give it the time, it can help you heal yourself.