"I'm not sure... What do I do for you?"
You ask me this question, and smiling, I being to type a response. But the smile falls. I quickly find that the answer isn't at the tip of my tongue. Not like it was for you. I start to feel bad.
However, you save me this time. You type a joking response to your own question, and I play along.
But I still can't help but wonder... Had I been given the chance to answer, what would I have said?
I think about it through the rest of our conversation, and even as you sign off for the night, I formulate my response. I'm all too late, though. You've already left.
So now I sit here and wonder. What do you do for me?
The answer took some time, but I found it. And it's really quite simple.
You make me feel better.
I don't mean that I feel better about myself in comparison to you. No, far from that. Perhaps I'm too self-depreciating, but...
... but when I think about it, I realize this.
If you, as good of a person as you are, can be my friend...