That July I was broken and alone.
Most days I could barely get out of bed.
Days spent crying in a place that I couldn’t call home.
Hours passed as tears streamed down my cheeks and my eyes turned red.
Weeks of me being unable to do much of anything.
Just sitting in bed waiting for myself to decide it was the end.
Hoping and praying that soon I would hear those angels sing.
But, in the words of Taylor Swift, “It’s Nice to Have a Friend”.
I doubt I left much impact on him,
And we’ll never see each other again
But our meeting changed it all for me as my days no longer grim.
And now I think of him as I sit at my desk twirling my pen.
How he was a face smiling back at me when all I wanted to do was plunge the knife.
Someone who pulled me from a ledge he did not even know I was standing on.
I am grateful for that random Thursday when he walked into my life
Because he made me happy and want to see the next day dawn.
Finally, I can put into words how he saved me.
He didn’t even know what he was doing.
This sweet boy was just being friendly.
But he came into my life just before my undoing.
And I can’t even remember where he went.
It doesn’t matter.
All I know is that he saved my life.
Thank you, D.
For everything.