But that hug, that genuine concern that for a moment kept you there, that meant so much to me.
Despite not intending you to worry, feeling cared for, having someone just... listen, felt nice.
Despite the silly cats and clutter and all the apologies you made when you let me in, I'm thankful you did.
Because I needed to be held. I needed to cry. And I needed a friend.
If just for a while.
Thank you...
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