You are my friend, and I love you.
It’s a simple thing to say. But sometimes I think the people I say it to don’t comprehend the depth of what I mean when I say it. It means that I’m always there for you, in as much capacity as I can be. It means that you are never imposing, it means that you are never taking up time I could better spend elsewhere. It means that when you are down, I want to pick you up. It means that I’m there to hold you when you feel like you’re slipping away. It means you never have to spend the night alone.
It means that I care about you, and all your ups and downs, that I will walk beside you during your trials, and be the first in line to give you a huge hug when you triumph.
It means that there’s no need to say “I’m sorry.” It means that no matter how disconnected you might feel, there is ever one person in this world who cares what’s going through your head.
I don’t always have solutions, or suggestions, or even the right words. I’m not always wise, and I’m not always thoughtful. But, when you need me, I will always be there.
Because you are my friend. And I love you.
Ditto for me in regard to you, and to many other folks (I should make sure they know who they are).
I don’t know what else to say, other than the same holds true in return.
Thank you so much hon. My face is wet now, but is happy. I needed that, just as I have needed (though, at times, felt badly for the need) your comforting, advising, sounding board-ing, solace-giving friendship these many months. I just regret that I’ll never be able to fully express my gratitude for your (at times, sanity salvaging) friendship. Love.