Letters Made of Courage

Ms. ------ ---------

Dear Ms. –--------,

I can't give you this letter yet. Like with many others, you aren't ready for your letter. You see, I went through a dark, dark time not too long ago. And while in that dark time I didn't have anybody. Well, until you forced your way through. I never met anybody like you. You were funny, you were extremely nice, and above all, you didn't push me into telling you anything. I say that in the past tense even though you are still all of those things.

If it wasn't for you I feel like I would've given up. I wouldn't see a purpose to life. Granted, I'm not stupid enough to know that there aren't people in this world who wouldn't care if I died. I would rather live a life of pain and misery on my own than to spread it to others.

But that's off topic. What I meant to say is that you saved me from all of that. Sure, I pulled myself out of it, but that was because I had you to keep me out of it.

I had other people who could claim that they helped too, but it's extremely hard to help someone when you don't have any idea what their experiencing. It's like trying to teach someone to ride a bike when you've never known how to ride one yourself, ya know? But you had the experience of it. You didn't even know what was going through my head, but you still knew how to get to me so that I no longer felt the way I did. And for that, I don't even know how to thank you.

I try to repay you by being your listening ear. I try to do the same thing with other people, but for the most part, you are the one that I lend my shoulder to first. (For crying and emotions and stuff). The one I respond to even when I feel antisocial. It might sound odd, but it's my way of giving you the friendship you gave me.

Really, thank you. And I promise that you will finally get your letter.

To: Jordy
From: Alice