You and me.

We’ve seen each other at our worst and out best. We’ve cried tears of joy and sadness. We’ve picked each other up when we’re down.  We’ve buried friends. We’ve given life. We know each other inside and out and we see each other through new eyes.

Today you made me proud of you.

Today you decided to face the demons that have haunted you for years. Today you opened up. Through the tears we discovered something. You have more strength than you’ve ever given yourself credit for.

Today you thanked me. You apologised for taking me on that ride with you. No need. That what friends do. They are there when the rest of the world walks out. It goes both ways my dear. You are one of my pack. You always will be. My own chosen family.

You helped me when I was down. You held me when I was racked with sorrow. When I’d lost myself you were there. You watched me build myself up and all the way you were by my side. Now it’s my turn to return the favour.

You were a victim of abuse. I’ve sat back and seen the scars he left you. The beatings, the injuries, the loss of friends and family. The internal scars he’s left behind. Your fear of being alone in the dark at night. Turning your house into fort knox. Always living in fear. Me worrying that one day you would end up dead. I’ve seen the fear you lived with. I’ve seen your heart breaking. But it’s time not to be a victim anymore. Eight years have past since you finally got free but the scars remain. Too painful you hide from it and pretending it never existed.

No more hiding away from the past. Together we are going to burn those demons and I will be walking beside you every step of the way.

Today you made me proud of you.

Today you made my heart sing.

Time to heal those scars my friend.

I am here, always.