There was so clearly now a reason, back when I was just a seventeen year old high school senior and you were a nineteen year old friend of my best friend, that we met briefly when I came to visit Rhea. Of all her friends, you were always my favorite. Of all her friends, I would ask about you from time to time the most. It's not lost on me that that was God orchestrated, that the pull I felt in my heart towards you would serve as a bridge of connection, understanding, and reassurance ten years later.
You've given me the one pure thing no one else has been able to provide: true understanding.
Thank you for the card, thank you for the Starbucks gift card, thank you for knowing what to say and what not to say, both equally as important things. Thank you for the thousands of answered text messages, of the reassurance that I'm not totally crazy, maybe only just a smidge bit.
Thank you for simply being there, providing hope that my dream is on the other side, that it is possible, and that other people are stupid and need to stfu. I hope everyone on this "journey" has a Karly.
Thank you, and I truly do love you.