You Didn’t Know It, But…

If you have been brutally broken but still have the courage to be gentle to other living beings, then you’re a badass with the heart of an angel. -Keanu Reeves

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You didn’t know it, but that day you dragged me out of my apartment was the day I planned to end it all.

You didn’t know it, but that time you said you loved me, I was finally able to reject the belief that I was unlovable and unworthy of love.

You didn’t know it, but when you made me call my doctor, that was the day I was thinking the world would be better off without me.

You didn’t know it, but when you said I was more than just a diagnosis, your love gave me the courage to speak my truth.

You didn’t know it, but when you didn’t run away after I told you my truth, you helped me to accept it and reject any shame associated with it.

You didn’t know it, but when you looked me in my eyes and smiled, my soul sang because I had felt invisible until then.

You didn’t know it, but you gave me strength when I had none.

You didn’t know it, but your friendship has been the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

You didn’t know it, but when you gave me that hug, you brought color back into my black and grey world.

You didn’t know it, but when you didn’t let me drive home, you saved my life.

You didn’t know it, but when you took me to the hospital that time, you showed me what real love looks like.

You didn’t know it, but hearing your voice heals my broken and battered heart and gives wings to my spirit.

You didn’t know it, but taking the time to read this far inspires me to keep writing.

You didn’t know it, so I’m telling you now; you make a difference in my world, in my heart and in my life. I am so thankful for that and for you.

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