Who else could have pulled me to my feet? Who else would possibly understand my depths of despair? When all was darkness, you shed a light. Though I would curse you for daring to bring the sunlight.
I stumbled down the trail but you lit my path. Yours was the hand on my shoulder when I sought comfort. Yours were the whispered words of encouragement my heart felt when I cried out.
Denial and disbelief muddied my thoughts. You persisted, ever so lightly. You knew.
I would come to you only to turn away again and again. Doubts, big and bold, held me tight. And the darkness would creep back in as I tumbled down the rabbit hole once more. Until you were there to draw back the curtain and allow the light in.
You would extend a hand, only to have me push it away again and again. How many times have I rejected you? Denied you?
Yet, despite my flaws, my arrogance and stupidity, you would save me from myself over and over.
How can I deny that?
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