There are too many people out there that judge me, including my family, so I may appear to be more reserved than I really am at times, not letting everyone see the “real me.”
I don’t let it all hang out with everyone. In fact, there are those who might call me aloof and distant. But you know me. You know me through belly laughs and lots of tears, you know the “messy” me —the me that I only show to a few.
And you’re not critical. As I get older, I realize that listening without saying anything is one of the greatest gifts you can give someone. Most of the time, I don’t want people with all the answers; I just want someone who cares—who will tell this “strong woman” that whatever her fears, everything will be okay. And you do that for me. If I were to call you at 3am (not every night—I don’t take advantage), your sleepy self would be there, albeit imperfectly.
I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not with you. But you know what I’m guilty of? I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me. Life gets so busy. And sometimes, I use our precious moments to tell you what’s wrong, rather than what’s right.
I want you to know right now, I love you with every bit of my messy self. You were not born as part of my family, but you are my soul sister, the friend I can count on no matter what.
