A friend in the storm

when the world

grew heavy

and I couldn’t lift my head,

you were the hand

that didn’t let go.

you didn’t need to fix me—

just

sat beside the pieces

and waited

until I could breathe again.

some nights

I wanted to disappear,

but your name

in my inbox

was a lighthouse.

friendship

isn’t loud

or flashy—

it’s the quiet message

at 2am

that says

“I’m here.”

don’t ghost the people

who love you.

even when

your heart is tired.

especially then.

because one day

you’ll need a voice

that knows your darkness

and stays

anyway.