the most profound sadness.

Someone I dearly love learned a little more about me today, though not under the best circumstances.
I think she understands me a little. I know she loves me, though, and that's more important.
It makes me feel a little better that I've told her something of a deeper truth, but I wish I didn't have it to tell.

She knows who she is, and this is for her: thanks for sticking with me all these years.