Figure Eight

Dear Selah, Do you remember me? Of course you dont. So Im going to give you a refresher course. Ive known you for years and years. We used to have beautiful conversations. There was no one that knew you better than me. We were handmade for each other. Lately, its become achingly obvious youre miserable. Youve moved back home to take care of your ailing mother. Youve been looking for a new job, but thats not going well. Admit it: its all too much. Everyone around you sees your suffering, but theyre not willing to help you. Everyone but Jackson. He comes into your life at the perfect moment and offers you everything you could want: a shoulder to lean on, love, and most importantly, hope. But theres no one that can compare to me. You seem to forget that Im your figure 8. Your infinity. You try to run, but I will always find you. Yours Truly, Figure 8 **