Someone who could read me like an open book, even if he was barely peeking at the epilogue of my utter feelings, and suddenly it's all crystal clear as if he literally knew me by my soul. The more I get to know you—hell, it feels like decades, maybe?, the more I'm reassured that adoration and understanding come in many shapes, as beautiful as the friendship is.
Here, I sincerely mutter with much gratitude for being one of my anchors whenever the storms hit me in the best way possible. Even when the world seems to have stopped or tells me I couldn't jump to certain dots I wished for. Then friendship happens. You and those people are still willing to show trust and loyalty in every breakthrough. Wish you love.