Once you were my everything.
You were my reason.
You were sick, you still are as far as I'm concerned.
But you never made it about you.
Every day you'd ask me how I was.
Every day you'd tell me you were proud of whatever small accomplishment I'd made.
Every day you talked to me until I fell asleep because sleeping scares me.
Every time I was in school you walked me home even if it hurt you and you had a taxi waiting.
You made me feel loved.
You wished that I would get better.
And I got better.
And when I did I stopped talking to you.
I don't know how or why it happened.
I Don't know why I left you because you weren't fine.
You were still sick.
You still needed someone to talk to when you were in pain.
But I left.
I want you to know that I'm sorry.
That I never stopped loving you.
That you saved me even after years of not talking the thought of you being somewhere,
the possibility that I could run into you,
kept me going.
So thank you now and forever I'll love you.