They could tell you what a miracle this is. They could tell you how rare this is. They could tell you how rare friendship always is. The chances are slim. The cards are always stacked against you. The odds are always low. But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshine and save some for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard. Friend, I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand and I promise I won’t let go.
An Origin Story