She stayed, she listened, she accepted.
She loved me when I did not know how to love myself.
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Updated 6 years ago,January 3, 2019
I am a gal with a few best friends.
God & Man
No, grateful me.
She was always there, and I owe her more than I could ever give.
She was my backbone when I could no longer stand, my voice when I could no longer speak.
She cried more tears for me than I did myself.
And when I stayed, she did too.
So, one by one my friends were plucked away.
She never waned, never wavered.
When everyone else was walking out, she was holding it all together for me.
She bandaged my wounds and helped me up.
She saw the absolute worst of it all, and then came and picked up the pieces with me.
We had known each other years and years before, and then we were reunited unexpectedly.
It was like the world knew I was going to need her and conspired to make it so.
She always answered the call.
She always bailed me out (she will get the pun).
She always had my back, and always showed up.
She saw in me the way out, but she helped me find it for myself.
She soothed my damage and reminded me exactly how much worth I had left.
I will never forget what she did for me, and for my son.
I will never forget the endless nights, the marathon of texts and calls, the shelter.
She gave more than she had at times.
She gave without expectation of return.
She did go through it all with me, every pain, every assault, every damn awful detail.
She never told my truths when I was embarrassed, she never told me what I should have done.
And, vice versa.
She helped put me back together and forever will have some real estate in my heart and soul.
She is my soul sister.
I am forever indebted and grateful.
