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ifweloseourselves:

19. I was nineteen when I lost myself. The death of the one person I was in love with, never got the chance to know how I felt about him. My parents divorced and my father after departing ways, I never saw him again. The most I hear from him at all is probably twice to three times a year. After the divorce I started living on my own when my mom moved to the city for work and my brother moved in with his girlfriend. I stayed at the house I grew up by myself. At that point I just felt like everyone was gone. Once a month I would see my mom for an hour and my brother I hardly saw him at all. Depression consumed me and I eventually became numb for the past five years. Numerous times I came to the conclusion to ending it all.
One person however, was there for me and pulled me from the edge. Not only was he there every step of the way with my struggle, but he made me feel again. Residing over two-thousand miles away, it never stopped him from reaching out to me. He made me feel safe, he was someone who cared about me when no one else was there. Some of my friends who only lived five minutes away never attempted to be there for me. But…he was always there for me.
One of the things that touched me the most about him was that whenever I told him I was going out to do something he always asked: “Will you be safe? Be safe for me. Please.” I can’t fully express how much each time he said those words, a tear would streak down my cheek. If it wasn’t for him I probably would be buried six feet under already. He saved me when I was drowning and no one else was around. I am grateful each and every single day for his presence in my darkest days, his friendship, and his care.
Sometimes people really do need to hear that someone cares about them, that their safety is important to you. That someone really does love you.
I am now twenty-four and the young man who saved me, heard me say for the first time in my life, the words: “I love you.” Each week I buy him roses to show that I love him and I am gracious for everything he helped me get through. Without him I probably would be ‘lost forever’.
- K

I love my friend Karen <3
:’)

19.

I was nineteen when I lost myself. The death of the one person I was in love with, never got the chance to know how I felt about him. My parents divorced and my father after departing ways, I never saw him again. The most I hear from him at all is probably twice to three times a year. After the divorce I started living on my own when my mom moved to the city for work and my brother moved in with his girlfriend. I stayed at the house I grew up by myself. At that point I just felt like everyone was gone. Once a month I would see my mom for an hour and my brother I hardly saw him at all. Depression consumed me and I eventually became numb for the past five years. Numerous times I came to the conclusion to ending it all.

One person however, was there for me and pulled me from the edge. Not only was he there every step of the way with my struggle, but he made me feel again. Residing over two-thousand miles away, it never stopped him from reaching out to me. He made me feel safe, he was someone who cared about me when no one else was there. Some of my friends who only lived five minutes away never attempted to be there for me. But…he was always there for me.

One of the things that touched me the most about him was that whenever I told him I was going out to do something he always asked: “Will you be safe? Be safe for me. Please.” I can’t fully express how much each time he said those words, a tear would streak down my cheek. If it wasn’t for him I probably would be buried six feet under already. He saved me when I was drowning and no one else was around. I am grateful each and every single day for his presence in my darkest days, his friendship, and his care.

Sometimes people really do need to hear that someone cares about them, that their safety is important to you. That someone really does love you.

I am now twenty-four and the young man who saved me, heard me say for the first time in my life, the words: “I love you.” Each week I buy him roses to show that I love him and I am gracious for everything he helped me get through. Without him I probably would be ‘lost forever’.

- K

I love my friend Karen <3

:’)

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