Meeting you was shaking hands
Unlocking a door got the first time
Laughing with you was remembering a fluent language
I had long since forgotten.

You saw my mess, my wreck
Listened to my story.
Every single chapter.
And you found a way to translate my codes.

The more I try to hide
To shut myself away,
The more you seem to already know.

I didn't know how lost I was,
How far from myself I'd veered,
Until you silently reminded me where I stand.

You adopted me
and gave me my first unconditional family.
Being your friend is like coming home.