There will be a time in your life when you become the question and not the answer. If it ever came to be, know that you’re more defined than a simple solution. You are refined diamonds waiting to be on fingers said with a smile. You are coals burning beneath my feet, you wouldn’t hurt me. You are clouds breathing in smoke, exhale my sorrows and inhale my happy thoughts. I’ve made pieces out of my peace and I’ve made demons out of my thoughts, but someone–
You still stick around and I know I’m just a poet, but poetry never did anything to harm us.
— Because we need a friend to stick around through all of the hard times, thank you. I’m thankful to have you as such. You’re amazing.