just hours ago you spent the day by my side, near enough to be supportive even when you napped, or scrolled through your phone; I knew you were there. It was the 53rd year of a man who had a profound affect on my life, but had left too soon for me to tell him so, and it marks 13 years without him around. He had been my best friend, through most of my teen years, and though I missed him as much this year as every year before, your presence eased the ache.
We talked some about future ideas, and it all felt so comfortable.
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I know you're hesitant to read this, and it's gotten so long I can't blame you, but one day I hope you do, and you understand me better through it; not that you don't understand me now, mind. But you are sent by the gods, at this point I'm certain; if not for your sake than for mine, to help heal both you and I from the invisible wounds we've suffered.
You smile, now and and again a hint of that smile touches your eyes, it didn't before. Now, rarely yet, I hear a laugh escape you and I can hear real pleasure in it. Both are still incredibly rare occurrences, but they happen now; and they didn't before. I'm relieved to see and hear it, though, as it means I may be doing something right for you. You mean the world to me, and I will continue to help you, as long as you let me.
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