You have taken such good care of me, right from day one. I couldn’t have asked the Gods for a friend quite like you. Through good times and bad you have been there to hold me up. You have held me while I cried and listened to my troubles more times than I can count, no matter how seemingly small they were.
You have also pushed, prodded and kicked my butt when I needed to be told how pathetically whiny I was being. And yet through all this, you stand like a cliff in the storm, letting the madness rage all around you and never letting it touch you.
But in the past 8 months, we’ve lost 2 of our friends.
I know, I couldn’t be of much comfort with the first, I didn’t know him as well as you and the others did, and it made more sense for you to turn to them for comfort instead.
This time though, when we got the news, we were equally devastated. But you took care of me in my grief instead of letting yours show, and you worried and fretted over me like a father over a sickly child. I can’t express what it meant to me, I have never felt such loss before.
But I want you to know, that I can be strong for you too. I always have an ear to listen to your troubles and a shoulder for you to cry on if ever you need it. I will hold you through the dark times and the light, and lend you my strength to stand up again.
Even in the midst of such grief, I would take care of you too, if only you would let me. There is no shame in a man breaking down for a while over the loss of a friend. It is not weak to show that pain to another, it is just a different kind of strength. Lean on me for once, and let me be your cliff in the storm.