I met her like a whispered thought,
a friend I never searched but caught.
Across the screen, her words took flight,
familiar as dawn, as soft as night.

It’s strange to know a soul so deep,
as if she’s one I’ve vowed to keep.
Her laughter’s light, her silence strong,
and with her, somehow, I belong.

She stumbles through her love and pain,
her heart caught out in summer rain.
I see her scars, the dreams she hides,
the hope that falters, then decides.

And here I stand, a friend, a shore,
steady when her heart feels sore.
I’ll be her calm, her solid ground,
when life spins fast and thoughts run loud.

She’s a gift in my world, that’s what I see—
and no matter where she’s meant to be,
I’ll hold her close, through loss and bend,
this friendship bound, her constant friend.