Dear Friend,

There was a time in my life when I thought that we were becoming friends...good friends. Then there came a time when I thought that we couldn't be friends any longer. A time when I thought that you would just become one of those people that I would pass on the street and say hi to every so often. I was sad about that because I had felt like you were one of those people who might get a chance to peek into my soul. A lot of people know the outer me. A lot of people know my quirks, my OCD ways, my idiosyncracies, my loves, my hates, my view of the world. But only a handful of people know the real me: the emotional me; the person full of love and sorrow, hope and despair, laughter and tears. Everyone always comes to me to listen to their woes, dispense advice, cheer them up. But the select few, the ones that I really, truly trust, these are the people to whom I confide. These are the people for whom I search. The ones who can comfort me and make me feel...well...not alone. And for a time, I had no choice but to shut you out, both for your protection, and my own. And during this time, I bundled up my heart in protective layers. But I realized that my heart is less susceptible to a chill than I thought. So I'm beginning to slowly unwrap it and stop babying it quite so much. I'm finding out that it's resilience is quite surprising.

Fast forward to today. Today I needed someone to do nothing but just sit with me. Someone to talk with me, laugh with me, share secrets with me. Someone to ease the stress in my life. And there you were. Pure comfort...no hidden agendas, no ulterior motives.

So I just wanted to thank you. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being a friend. Thanks for making me giggle. Thanks for making me believe again that there are still some good people left in Texas.

Love,
The Merry Widow

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