It might be selfish to want to be the one you cry to, laugh with, share secrets with. But I know that you'll find other people that will listen to your problems, or sadly brush it off. I know there will be other people you'll tell exciting news to first - and it'll hurt me to know that I can't be the one to be there for you all the time.
It's alright, sometimes you'll need to be around someone that isn't me. I know that you need a break from me.
I worry you'll get tired of me - that everything will run dry. That you'll disappear to the places that you went off to before I was around.
I know you well enough to let you go be on your own - because that's what you'd do for me too.
I'm sure you'll be fine, at least that's what I tell myself.
We've taken care of each other for so long that it's second nature. But I'll say it again for old times sake just before we go our own ways.
Please eat well.
It's easy to fall into your old habits of not eating. It took you so long to admit dark parts to yourself, and I'm so proud of how far you've come. Listen to your body, don't listen to that voice.
Please rest too.
The quietness of the dead of night is so comforting, but books, movies, and TV shows will be there tomorrow for you. Make that cup of tea like I usually do for you, it'll help you sleep.
Please breathe.
One, two, three. Just like we practiced all those years.
Please be safe.
I hope no one hurts you. Though you've been broken, chipped, and taped together - don't mix up your kind heart, generosity, and warmness with the tough skin you've armored up with. One is meant to be taken off once in a while.
Maybe you'll read this later on and scoff, or find something worth while.
Until then, I wish the best for you.
