In full bloom

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 A story that should, or should not be;

    I met him at truly, the darkest time I have ever experienced. If I were to be speaking now, I would tell you to close your eyes, and imagine drowning, with rain pouring down at the same time. Obviously, if you did that, your eyes wouldn't be able to finish this story- as I was saying, one of the darkest times. I spent hours awake and night and hours sleeping through the day. I think I had fallen in love with the moon. The type of love you can't sleep because of. 

Between my sleepless nights any my dreadful days, somewhere along the lines he came in to view. I think he may have always been there, but maybe in the shadows of my moon, I'm still unsure. What I do know, is that he stood directly in front of the moon. He was the new view at night time, the one that helped me sleep and lead me through my days. He didn't even know it. I think he still, may not know it. May not know that he might just have saved my life.

You see, that isn't exactly something you know right away. But somewhere along the way, my room was cleaner. My grades were higher. My face, was brighter. Like my body was a home that was destroyed, he swept in and rebuilt it. A new, strong frame, with wide windows and curtains to cover myself in just the right places. 

    I am forever grateful for that.