I called you late
from an airport. It was you I called
because I knew there would be no, "I told you so" comments coming
from your end of the line. I told you
that I had just broken up with my lying, cheating boyfriend, the one all my
friends had been trying for months to convince me was a liar and a
cheater. I told you that I didn't regret
giving him as many chances as I did but that I knew he had used up his last
one. You were patient and kind; you let
me talk through my anger and my hurt with you, and you asked questions like you
really cared.
At the end of the
conversation, whether you really meant it or were just trying to offer me a bit
of friendly comfort, you offered me whatever I needed, even to pick me up from
the airport when I flew in the next day.
I was thankful that someone was willing to catch me while I felt like I
was falling in the darkness. I spent the
night at the airport and planned to fly home early the next day. Just wanting to check my bags and get out of
that airport, I ended up taking an even earlier flight to somewhere near
home.
You came and got
me. No hesitation, no questions, no
taking back your offer of whatever I needed.
What I needed was a
friendly face, a loving hug, and a way home.
You came, on top of all that, with chocolate.
I just remembered
this the other day and felt badly that I had never offered to help pay for the
gas to get me home. I hope I at least
thanked you profusely. I can pay you
back now, if you'd like, and I'm sorry I never thought about that before.
When I was expecting
my parents and my friends to welcome me home with proud I told you so's, you welcomed me with the selfless love of true
friendship. Thank you for being there
for me when I simply needed to be loved and cared for. Thank you for coming without judgment and
with chocolate. Thanks, friend, for the
ride.
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