People may ask “why?” after all that’s happened. Why do I stand for him? Why do I do what I do?

Here’s the answer, I hope it’s the one you’re looking for:
I know him. I’ve been there for him as he’s done the same for me. I have had the privilege of getting to know him, along with the privilege of getting to love him. I’ve learned over the years that he tries not to show sadness. I’ve also learned that sadness is what consumes him way too often. I know that, while he’s in his room during the dark hours, he feels alone. Only his destructive thoughts for pitiful company. I know that his family throws hurtful daggers in his direction.

I know how that hurts. I know what it feels like to feel alone during those dark nights. I know what it feels like to wake up in the morning, drowning in blankets and warmth, but still feeling impossibly cold.

If I can help him feel less of that, less alone, less worthless, and less sad, I’ll do it. Especially for someone I love.