grateful

There are so many things I wish I could tell you.

I wish I could call you up, that we could gab for hours.

That we could laugh and talk about life.

That I could cry and telling you all the dark scary things I wish you knew.

I miss that dynamic. It was beautiful and I will always remember it fondly.

There are so many things I wish I could tell you.

But as the healing progresses, mostly I just want to thank you.

Thank you for the way you always asked. The way you were cautious with my heart.

Thank you for talking. Thank you for listening. For the way you were always patient.

Thank you for making my life better. For knowing how to make me happy whether it was a Tuesday afternoon, or the moment I needed it most.

Thank you for teaching me about love, life, sex, relationships.

Thank you for teaching me about myself.

Thank you for always making me feel safe and loved.

Thank you for being the person I could call at two in the morning.

Thank you for gas money, football tickets, and giant teddy bears.

Thank you for memories I will always cherish.

Thank you for moving on, for forcing me to do the same.

Thank you for loving me, and letting me love you in return. For breaking my heart. For opening my eyes. For making me stronger.