Thank
you for keeping a safe distance when
others think I am pushing them away. I’m not used to having someone so close to
my life. I’m not used to people sticking around for such a long time. I’m not
used to talking about feelings to someone who genuinely wants to hear, that’s
why I keep a journal. I needed someone to hear the rant of my day, the feelings I hid deep inside of me.
Thank
you for staying with me when my world starts to close down on me. You try to
think of ways to make me step out of my world. There’s a gentleness to your message, it beckons me, never forces.
It lets me know I’ll be okay; and even in my messiness, you seems to be okay
with it. I am not sure if you didn’t know is going on in my mind, but at least
you are still there at the end of the day. And I am grateful for that.
I never
how long someone will stay each time, but I thank you for sticking around
longer than everyone else did.