I believe that everything happens for a reason
and that I meet no one by accident.
People come into my life with a purpose.
Usually, they need my help in some way;
to pick up their broken pieces,
show them that someone cares,
or just listen.
But suddenly,
I’m the one who needed saving.
Suddenly,
people are here –
for me.
They listen,
they care,
and they picked up my broken pieces.
Text me when you get home.
Don’t stay out too late.
Get some sleep.
Call me when you get there.
It’s weird to think that
people who aren’t my family
worry
and care
and appreciate me.
But I guess that’s what real friends do –
worry
and care
and appreciate one another.
I could get used to this.
It took forever to find,
but better late than never.
I’m home.
I’m safe.
I love you, too.