It's 4am.
I'm tired.
You're drunk.
Both sad.
I texted you on a whim,
I'd thought you'd seemed sad earlier.
I prepared for a short response,
Nothing more.
But you took interest in me,
In what I had to say.
My stomach churned,
For this I had so long prayed.
I hadn't eaten in hours.
Maybe that was an excuse to stay up and talk to you.
I couldn't let this chance pass us by.
And just like that,
The ice,
It broke.
You told me stories of days gone by,
We traded tales of heartbreak,
No longer shy.
"Charlotte,"
You said,
"I hope you know I trust you."
The tears broke free from my usual stone-cold facade.
2am,
Sitcoms playing one after another on the tv,
Tears falling one after another down my cheek.
For what I had prayed for,
So long,
So hard,
Was finally here.
September Child,
I am here.
Always and forever.
September Child,
I'm going to do my best to bring you to God,
To help you trust again,
To show you real friendship and loyalty.
4am,
You had to sleep now.
But you made sure that I would sleep, too.
Already we look after each other.
Already we agree that we are friends now.
Real friends.
Our story is just beginning.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you for bringing me
Your September Child.
I am so thankful.
[the end]
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