There was a time when I needed your arms to hold me, your shoulder to cry on and your home to shelter me from the monsters. You were by far too busy and told me to go home and get over it.
Now here it is, 3 am and here you are at my door, heartbroken and needy. You need my arms to hug you tight, my shoulder to cry on and my home to shelter you from the monsters.
I’ll give you my arms and my shoulder. I’ll let you in and my home will be your shelter. I do all of this because that is what a real friend does, even though you refused to do this for me.