I met you broken. I came to you in pain. I was walking away from life, and love. I was going to the land of no return. The land where laughter and pleasure were dead and memories were forgotten. I felt so sure I’ll be welcome there. But You stopped me. You spoke to my soul. You told me I’ll be alright. You told me I’ll do great, here, with you. With love. I listened, somehow, I stayed.

It’s been 412 days since I believed your promise. No, I am not fine. I constantly pray to be. No, I am not great, but I do believe in time. I have held on to every single word you said, they have never failed. I have loved you with every fiber of my being, maybe i’ll love again.

I have never called anyone my rock. I have never known what it felt like to have someone, human, at the center. Bringing me Back when I stray. I have never had someone look my bullshit in the face and make me look too. It may not be glaring for the world to see..they may notice I cry less and smile more. They may notice I’m radiant and happy and less physically challenged. But I see the changes. I see the hope in my eyes. I feel the vigor in my steps. I know the distance I have come. To self. And you helped me get there. It might not be anything to you, but to me… it’s been the best 412 days of my adult life, and I owe it to you.