A Letter I Wrote

*this was a letter I wrote a year or so ago to someone who meant a great deal to me. This person is known to my blog as February (see Vulnerability).*

There are moments in a person's life that they never want to forget. Moments so precious that they warm your heart for weeks afterward. You gave me one of those. Never before has someone done what you did. You held me when I was sad, and when I tried in some playful way to push you away because that's what I do, you just stayed until I was better. That meant the world to me.

When I said "you're it" you said "I don't care"and that touched me like nothing else. Never before have I known someone who understood that sometimes you can't fix what the problem is but sometimes it's enough to be held by someone who cares. Sometimes that little bit is enough. Never before have I been accepted and cared for like that. I'm so closed off about what I really worry about because I'm so tired of people trying to fix it, every time. But if there's people like you it there then I think it may not be such a bad thing to open up a little about what's important. You do leave an impression don't you.

Sometimes it's enough to just listen, to just be present, and no one seems to get that, but I think you do. You made it over my walls simply by not allowing me to push you aside like everyone else. I can't even express the gratitude I feel just because of that, though you may not have thought much of it since then.

You may never read this but thank you for showing me that not everyone tries to fix a problem. Not everyone is like that. Thanks for showing me a better way.