Your life looks so fun, a friend once said to me during the years when I was the happiest I’d ever been. I didn’t have a worry in the world, every day felt like a gift, and I was soaring somewhere up in the clouds of happiness.
Until the day that terror struck, and my life took a massive swing of change.
My days were no longer filled with love, beautiful sunsets, and full belly laughs. My days were dark; there were no sunrises or sunsets - only pain, and grief, and an empty cavity where my heart once was.
I thought that that was it, it was over, it was the end. But you, my friend, didn’t. You knew better; you knew that there was more for me somewhere.
For the friend who was my rock. Who cradled me to sleep, and gave me strength each morning; who pushed me to get out of bed, but also climbed in it with me.
To the one who was able to see when I was completely blind, who tried to absorb as much of my pain as possible - just so that I could feel a little less. Who wanted to do anything and everything to make me a little less broken.
You blinked for me when I was too tired; you knew what I wanted to say when I was too drained to speak; you gave me the strength to never turn back.
For the friend who was the calm through the storm. For the one who, when the world was swallowing me whole, never once let go.
Thank you for finding me when I was lost in the shadows, when all I could to do was stay in the cave of sadness that was consuming me. Thank you for always asking if I was okay, but also just being there to listen.
You saw me; you held me; you felt me. You never once gave up on me.
And for that, I will be forever grateful.