Story Time!

Help

"I wish I could help you." She wrung her hands together frustratedly.

I attempted to soothe her worries by taking her hands in mine. "Hey, right now? This, us, just you being here with me in this moment makes me feel happy. You are helping."

Her eyes searched my face for a lie. "Are you sure? I just... I care about you and I want you to be happy."

I tilted my head slightly. "You make me happy. Every little thing you do for me helps. Your little good morning texts and random check-ins throughout the day make it easier. I couldn't do this without you."

She exhaled in relief and pulled me into her arms.

I told her my secrets.

I told her my fears and insecurities.

It was scary but I trusted her.

Because she said, "I'm your friend and here for your problems."

And suddenly that made sense.

It made sense why she stayed for all these years.

She seemed genuine and true.

We bared our souls to each other and let the other help us.

It's okay to ask for help.

It's normal.

It doesn't mean you're not strong.

It just means you need a little support.

Someone to stand by your side and hold your hand when you get scared and lonely.

Because that's what she is to me.

She's my help.

I help her and she helps me.

We make each other stronger.

"Thank you," I whispered into her shoulder.

The "thank you" held multiple meanings.

Thank you for all the things you do for me.

Thank you for wishing me a good day in the morning.

Thank you for asking if I'm okay.

Thank you for staying with me so long.

Thank you for loving me.

She squeezed me tighter. "Of course, no matter what."

She understood.

And I understood the hidden message behind her words.

She meant that no matter what obstacles life threw at us, she would be there with me.

She meant that she didn't mind staying with me and she did it because she loved me.

It was as simple and uncomplicated as that.