thank you for always being here for me. thank you for letting me lean on you and vent to you. thank you for loving me. thank you for letting me love you. thank you for understanding me. thank you for taking care of me. thank you for being proud of me. thank you for being kind to me. thank you for being patient with me. thank you for being you.
i’m in love with you. i’m in love with your smile. your laugh. your eyed. your hair. your face. your scars. your tummy. your thighs. your entire body. your insecurities. your bad thoughts. your good thoughts. i’m in love with you on your okay days, your shitty days, your soft days, your numb days. i’m in love with you. always.
i’m proud of you. you’ve come so far, mark. so fucking far. you’re doing so well. of course, you have bad days and sometimes you relapse, but recovery isn’t linear and depression doesn’t just go away. we both know that. so, i’m proud of you for being able to turn a bad day into a good one. i acknowledge that you’re trying and putting forth effort into changing. and i’m proud of you.
i’m here for you. always. you can always lean on me. wether it be using past texts or voice messages for comfort when i’m asleep or busy, dreaming about me, spamming me with messages, thinking about me to calling me in the middle of the night because you had a bad dream. even it i’m not here for you physically, i’m still here for you. i’ll always be here for you.
