“If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person.”
To my person,
You are the Meredith to my Yang, you are the good to my bad, you are my person. For those of you who have been living under a rock for the past 13 years and have no idea what I mean when I say “my person,” I’ll explain that it’s a term coined by the extremely popular show, Grey’s Anatomy. Your person is your other half, someone who will always understand you and be there for you no matter what. I spent a lot of my life with friends, but never with a person. I never had a friend that I could really rely on no matter what, any time of day or night; I had a hand to hold and a non-judgmental ear to listen. I was always everyone else's person, but I never had one of my own.
Then I met my person. Well, scratch that. My people…my tribe. There isn’t a soul I would rather spend my time with gossiping, crying, laughing and talking with other than you guys. Like, who needs a boyfriend when you have the best friends you could ever imagine, right? Maybe that’s just my loneliness talking, but who cares. You guys picked me up when “the one who won’t be mentioned” pushed me to the ground…hard. You made sure I realized that life WILL go on with or without him. You stayed up until 3 AM listening to me cry about how life isn’t fair, even while suffering through your own pain and problems. We’ve plotted revenge, demise and other unpleasant things upon those who have done us wrong, even though we all know we would never go through with any of it.
The hardest part of our friendship is the fact that we live in different parts of the United States, but distance means so little when someone means so much. I know that sounds like an annoying relationship cliché, but it’s so true. We may be hours apart from each other and even in different time zones, but we make the time for each other no matter what.
I guess what I’m trying to say is “thank you,” but I can’t really figure out how. I can’t put my gratitude into words that truly show my love and appreciation. All the words in all the books all over the world can’t describe how thankful I am for everything you’ve done. All the times I couldn’t pick myself up, you did. All the times I hated myself, you reminded me how much I had to offer. All the pain someone else has caused me, you’ve cured with jokes and funny stories.
It’s not every day you find someone good enough to be “your person,” but when you do…hang on to them. It’s such a blessing to find someone who truly understands the real you. In a world full of sadness, anger, and ugliness, it’s nice to have someone to lean on. Someone to give you understanding and love when you can’t even love yourself.
