My feeble attempt at writing:

"Bare with me"

The medicine:

We walk slowly down the park path in a sway. There's nothing to say anymore but talk of old memories. Hand in hand, it feels like I'm holding icecubes instead. It's late fall and there's a thick sleet of ice coating the ground. I look to the sky and wonder in the silence what it was that brought us together in the first place, we were both going through times of trouble,maybe the coming feeling of being lost led us to eachother. I needed someone to occupy my feelings just as much as he did.
"Are you okay?" you ask, "I was okay before I met you and I'm still okay right now, you just help a little" I say and look to the ground. When I looked up he wasn't looking at me, he wasn't looking at anything in particular, just staring ahead. The path was nearing an end and I looked him through the side of my eyes and mine met his, I turned my head to look at him, "I wasn't okay before I met you, but now I am, I'm more then okay and you helped a lot." He tells me this like I should be thankful, am I? Maybe I don't know. He lets go of my hand and leaves it freezing. The path ends and we look at eachother for a good two minutes.
He smiles, "I'm okay now", I smile back at him, "I'm a lot better now".
I walk home and go to sleep,not feeling anything at all. It's been three months since I've saw him, I'm still okay.

okay so, yeah...this isn't about anybody ,it just came out of my head.
-Malika