Do I remember you?
You're the person who was beside me to catch my fall.
The person to put the broken pieces of me back together.
That person who could tell with a single glance that, indeed, I was not okay.
The one to say the words that made all my problems seem so insignificant and fix my world.
Who reminded me that: to find my rainbow, I'd have to go through the rain first.
The one who aspired to change the world for me just so I wouldn't feel so miserable anymore.
Someone to hold my hand through all the rough times.
Even if you were feeling pretty crappy too.
The person who would stay on the phone with me even if I wouldn't say anything at all.
The glue that kept me together when everything else fell apart.
The first one to accept me as I am: imperfect, damaged, and scarred.
That voice in my head, always warning me to stay away from the edge.
You're the one who told me I deserve a happy ending too.
Yes, I remember you.