That time when we walked in the park.
Remember?
I do.
It was the first time you told me, that I mattered.
That I was important.
To you.
To my family.
It may not have been the first time,
but it was the first time that I actually believed.
Believed you were telling me the truth.
You cheered me up, bought me ice cream.
And never stopped telling me how....
Amazing I was.
Until I was feeling better.
Good enough to go back to class.
It was always you, who helped me through it.
