I'd say it was luck, but with my track record luck isn't something I'm used to. But today, somehow you were on lunch right when I needed you. I called you and it was probably the fact I was gasping for air that caught your attention, but you instantly knew something was wrong.
It took me a few minutes to put into words what was happening and what almost happened. You took it well, way better than I thought you would. But you stayed on the phone with me until I had to go, just talking to me about anything and everything. You knew how to change the subject to distract me, even if it was very obvious. And of course you changed it to rainbows and gay analogies. And how you got me to laugh at that moment I'll never know.
And as much as I needed your arms to hold me to try to squeeze me back together, it was just as good to listen to your voice.
I know I promised I'd get better, and I know I've done the opposite. But thank you for being my person, and for never giving up on me. Because if you gave up on me, I know I'd never have a chance.
So thank you.
