When the darkness comes and the light fails, when we're all standing on the edge of the cliff that we've been threatening to jump off of, with all the protests and the promises... do you think I won't jump?
You always ask me if all my friends jumped off a bridge, would I jump too?
Well, let me ask you something. Do I make friends lightly? I have a dozen steps between stranger and lover and you can be damn sure every last step is road-tested to keep me safe. If someone makes it all the way to friendship for me, they've run a gauntlet containing more trials than boot camp.
If I call someone a friend, and they tell me to jump, that bridge can kiss my ass goodbye. You go through all that shit just for kicks? No. If I call you a friend, and you tell me to do something serious, you tell me there's no time to explain, I've got your back.
You went through hell just to become someone I could depend on, someone I could turn to when the going gets tough. You can be damn sure I'm going to pay back every second that you spent wondering if all the effort was worth it just to get close to me.
I may hide behind a screen and words. I may sit in this chair and write proclamations nobody ever reads. I may not be a mover or a shaker. But if you call me, if you need me, if everything has gone to hell...
I'll bring whatever rain I can get my hands on.