The Kind of Support.

"I want that kind of support" he said.

"What kind of support?" I asked.

"That support I dont have to ask for and its there."

"Family support?"

"No..yes..not really. Support from your other half."

"Tell me what kind of support is that?"

"Oh you know..."

"I dont, I've been alone forever so I dont know what kind of support is that."

According to him, its the support when things come crashing down real fast, she's there behind him to support him. Ready to wrap her arms around him and soothe his fears and sadness away. To kiss his forehead to show her love. Stepping out of the house, he has to put on his superhero suit but he wants to come home and take off his armor, lie in her arms and still feel like a hero. Never have to look back because you know, she's always there. The comfort that wipes away the tears. Who supports without question. Who stands by you and jumps on your side without asking the whole story.

"Sounds like the support of a mother," I pointed out.

"A-ha! Thats where you're wrong."

"How am I wrong?"

"You can't have sex with your mother."

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