I remember it being not so long ago, when your awkward smile imprinted itself to my memory. I remember when you brushed your hair out of your face, when your eyes told me "well, aren't you something else."
I remember the stories you told me. You told me the story of a little boy who was afraid to grow up. We relived the stories you kept in that scared head of yours and gave them hope for a better ending.
I remember the times you fell on your knees, searching for acceptance. You were always yearning for empathy. You were tired of sympathy. I cleared away the broken glass. I gave you a magic mirror, to show you the goodness you couldn't see in yourself.
I remember the tears that you let me keep. I held you in my arms, in my heart; for yours was a heavy burden I couldn't let you bear alone. I saved you from that anchor you called a soul, even if it meant that I drowned too.