I don't care that no-one will read this, in fact - I don't really expect that of anyone.
My friend - my Moony, my Vix-a-roo, my comfort blanket, whatever - is amazing. In more words than I can describe. They face one of the most difficult stories I've come across, yet still strives to see the good - even if their vision is clouded by the bad. They always feel bad when they wake me up in the night for help, or just for messaging me when in reality? I'm honored I'm trusted and valued enough to be let that far into their life. I really don't care if I'm up until three in the morning helping them through another night, as long as that's it - the