She became my safe person.
She is the gold who holds my hand when I get anxious in public, she’s the one who would hug me until I was calm. So patient and never rushing anything.
She is the one would make me laugh even when I didn’t want to, but it felt good to laugh with her. She is the one who knows my flaws and does her best to make me feel comfortable.
She is the one who has always been there for me, when friends have come and gone, when family didn’t understand my feelings or why I was acting the way I was. She was there, she is there.
She is my safe person.
She is the person who makes me feel more secure and less like I’m a crazy person. I feel better when she’s around and I can deal with situations with her by my side. Better than I ever would have alone.
She is the person who is there and always will be, she’s the one I text straight away with good news, she’s the one who constantly says she proud of me for getting through difficult situations or for getting a new job and copping with the change. She’s the person I could and can lean on in difficult times, she’s the person that will lay with me when I feel terrible and she’s the person who comforts me the most. She’s the one who makes me a cup of tea every morning score I go to work, she’s the one who comforts me when I’ve had a bad day at work. She’s the one I dreamt about and she’s the one I have to call my love.
She is my safe person, and I’ve never had a safe person until now.