When I see your face early Monday morning I can’t stop myself from smiling because you’re here. You’re here and I’m here with you. And I could listen to you talk all day, about the things you like, the things you hate, about the things you just can’t get off your mind. And I listen, because that’s what good friends are supposed to do.
When you are my company I am on the edge of paradise. And you are just on edge. If I was having a bad day you were having a bad week and I didn’t want to have to trouble you with my problems, when you are already suffering. So I back off and I listen.
It’s not that I’m not strong enough to hold on. It’s that I’m not strong enough to let go. Because letting go of the greatest thing that ever happened to me will surely result in me losing everything I am.
But this isn’t about me…
I wake up the next Monday morning and I look to see if you’re still here. You look better than you did the week before and I am more than grateful. Because if I was able to help you in ANY way at all, then I am one step closer to getting better myself.
You ask me if I have anything on my mind… I pause for a minute and wonder at what I should say.
Because maybe today is the day I stop hiding that list of worries. And you’ll listen… Because that’s what good friends are supposed to do.
Again, I wish I could to talk to the person I wrote this for...