Happy birthday, TG. I hope that your 20th year becomes the best year of your life, so far... 🙂
When you and I first started talking, I was angry, bitter and depressed about life in general. I was feeling hopeless, and without a clue as to what to do with myself, or where to go next. I know, you probably don't feel like you did much for me; what you did, was show what kind of person you could be, and how true and genuine your personality is, and then you stayed there for me as a friend, night after night, week after week, month after month. As a person, you are perhaps the most blatantly honest and genuine individual I've ever met... I can't tell you how valuable that is to someone who has so much trouble reading between the lines, figuring out what people "really mean," as I do... and as a friend, you've always been true and caring, ready with an "If I were in your position..." suggestion that doesn't smack of the pretentiousness of everybody else's advice (my own included, I'm sure, more often than not). We've had our ups, and our downs, but things have always bounced back. You really are extraordinary.
I am forever grateful for having known you. Thank you 🙂
As weary, wander I upon the road too often travelled,
I wonder at what new surprises wait around the bend...
Another sorrow, grief, or terror, sewn amidst the fertile shadows,
A plunge into the endless sea of unrepentant depression,
Perhaps a twisting nether, of hatred and despair...
One day, I turned a bend, and you were there.
You have been a friend unparalleled, a life quite like no other
You let me in 'spite fear and doubt, and showed me your humanity
You let me in, we danced about, and now things seem far less...
...dreary...
...the road is not so shadowy
...the depths are not so distant, down
I've climbed my way back to the surface,
Given your fair hand in aid,
And given the world a look around.
It seems that there are things to do,
People to know, a life to live
I have a heart, and a mind to give,
In betterment of my fellow man.
Yet, without you, might I not still be wasting?
Pacing, wondering at what I'd done,
Locked away in iron prison, to which I held the only key,
Unknowing, 'til you helped me see.
At times my step has faltered, haltered,
Even, since I saw what dreams might be...
I've stopped and stumbled, staring downward
But ever you've been there for me
Your smile and sparkling eyes, a fortune
Greater than any ever seen
I thrill to every time we speak, friend,
Knowing that you care for me
For now, I cannot rot or wither
Cannot despair, to sorrows unseen;
A fortune I have in a friend such as you,
A luckier person, there never has been.
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