Okay...

Now, we've mopped up the bad blood.

The bad blood that spilled from the both of us.

I have slowly returned.

I understand that your path to life has been hard...harder than the average hard.

You've had to walk on a path with shattered heart pieces, scraping the bottom of your feet as you try to push on.

It's been a catastrophic blender of things for you, but I've had more than just a taste of pain, myself.

Life has given me plenty of servings of it; good, heaping helpings of it.

We both have broken pieces.

What do we do, now?

You help me to pick up mine,

and I'll help you to pick up yours.

Understand will be an exchange.

Kindness will be an exchange.

Friendship will be an exchange.

Everyone wants to be loved -

I know you do.

You'll hold my heart containing my secrets, and I'll hold yours.

If you even think of bringing back the house of hurt,

I'll shut myself out immediately.

I will no longer walk through the door of foolishness.