When the emptiness seems overwhelming, you must fill each other up.
Mel, baby, I don't know... I don't have... fuck. If there were a way for me to wrap you up in blankets and keep you safe and warm and loved and happy for all of your days, well, Josh would have already found a way to do that. And if, and if, so many if's, aren't there? There are those things that weigh on us for a brief time, and they threaten to suffocate us, and in the end make us so much stronger. And there are those things that weigh on us for a much longer time, and we eventually grow used to the feeling and forget a time when we didn't know that load. And every once in a rare while, there is a person like you in this world, and I don't have tears or happiness or intelligence enough to appreciate who and what you are. I'm glad that Josh does, glad that you are both smarter and better than me, and I wish upon every god damn star in the sky and dream in the world that I knew a way to fix it all so that you two would never know pain. I think of everyone I've ever known in the world, you above all others know what I feel when I feel helpless, and so I know what you're saying and what you aren't saying. I would never presume to understand your pain, baby girl, but I know you. I know your heart, and your incredible mind. And the only thing that I know of any importance is that I love you, and you are stronger than the pain of this world.