Do you think broken hearts, the ones that have been terribly battered, weathered by the storms and left to rot, somehow seem to find their counterparts in other horribly shattered hearts?
I would never have thought so until the same battered hearts brought us to you and you to us, despite having been there beside each other almost the entire time.
Thank you for letting me hide out beneath your wings of protection, inside the four walls of that little office, away from the noise and the predators that were my peers, my memories, my regrets. I don't remember the exact moment I seemed to start finding comfort in your knowing smile, peace inside your arms, or security within your presence - I just remember you were there, immediately. And you've never left since.
You believed in me, supported me, cried with me, talked with me in a way that no other person could have, or did, at the time when I needed it the most. You have a heart of gold, one that beats in steadfast joy for the love it's known and the love it gives, one that drums along to a beat of peaceful serenity, for you know what's on the other side. What a treasure it is to know you.
Thank you, and I will love you, respect you, and cherish you all the days of my life.