If any week had the ability to break me, I have just lived through it. I have seen a rainbow, a rainbow of colours from people I never expected to see them from. And, for once in my life, I have been accused of being too emotionally attached, which in itself has made this week feel like a turning point.
There have been weeks must worse than this, there will be weeks worse than this in the future, but I can not help but allow myself to be caught in these feelings for now. Every morning that I have woken up not wanting to get out of bed, I had encouragement, in a form that no one has seen before. There have been days when I have not found the reason to get out of bed, I have gone from barely sleeping to sleeping so much that I can not function properly for days. There was always one person there, not too familiar, but not too far removed either. More so a colleague than a friend, but he signified stability in what sometimes seems like a structure-less life. I very rarely blurred the boundaries so as not to make things messy. At least that’s what I thought until now.
This loss had hit me harder than anything before, I have never experienced anything like it and I hope not to in the future.
Thank you for your time, thank you for your work, thank you for your spirit, thank you for every time you held my hand and pulled me through the fog. You never knew how you were helping, your progress helped me believe that there is still time to make a change, there is still time to be different. I still have patience.
-@little_speaks
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