A monument

I will be your home, or your tree to stand under in the storm. I'll be a lighthouse or a compass or a constellation, maybe I'll leave more confused than when you started. I might not know why I am smiling, I might not know where I am, but I am happy, just because. I might not be who I think I am, or look how I think I do, but I am still who I'm supposed to be, and I am happy. If you need to be held or laughed at or treated kindly, ask me. If you are so angry your eyes water and your fists feel like breaking, tell me about it. If you feel lost or confused or completely out of your league, join the club. I want to care for you. I want to hear what you have to say. Sometimes I just don't know how to ask. Tell me about your day, about how you made that stranger smile, or how you made that big mistake, that look on that woman's face when she thought no one was looking. Commune with me. Invest in me, I will try hard not to let you down. I will be better. I will care for you. I will remember you, and because of that you will be a piece of me. That's eternity, that's forever that right there. Sharing yourself with another, remembering another person, carrying someone with you every day you're alive. I'll be your legacy, I'll be your memory, I'll be your monument. I will be your home, and whatever else you need from me.

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