I know that you are struggling, and that’s okay. It’s just fine to have a bad day. We may be best friends or we may have just met, but that doesn’t matter to me because regardless I still love you completely and unconditionally. I’ll give you my jacket, my wallet, my heart; I am happy to shower you with all that you need. I don’t need a thank you or a favor in return, I just want to help pull you out of the dark.
You don’t have to tell me the intimate details of your struggles, the deepness of your pain…I can simply feel it and still care. I won’t ask you to share before you are ready, that’s not why I’m here. My job is simply to love, to comfort, to help you find the light in any possible way that I can.
I care about you. My love for you fills me completely: body, mind, and soul. You might see all the flaws or shattered pieces, but all I can view is the beauty that you are completely, the amazing being you are entirely. I see the obvious and the hidden: I love it all so much that I’m smitten.
You might wonder what’s in it for me or how I can possibly be this way, and that concern is justified. The truth is that I’m no stranger to the dark, to silently struggling, to hating myself, to being alone. It’s actually where I mostly call home, a place that I’ve learned to accept and navigate quite well. I just don’t want anyone to ever walk this terrible road alone, I feel called to stand with you in your time of desperation.
I love you. I’m here. Don’t be afraid to break; I’ll reassemble. Don’t be afraid to cry; I’ll dry the tears. Don’t be afraid to fall; I’ll catch you. Even when you can’t see a thing, I’m still right beside you. You don’t ever have to walk this journey alone; let me carry part of the load. I just want to help.