I don’t know why it took this long for me to believe that one of my best friends could really care for me just because I exist. That he would simply enjoy my company and our conversations. I’m so terribly insecure.

Today Jon called out of the blue, just to say hi and catch up properly. We talked about everything and conversation went everywhere, varying in depths and topics. He knows the good and the bad about me—the growing I still have to do, my fears, my flaws—and still calls me to encourage or advise me, still texts, still shares discoveries and his own life adventures with me. He knows the real part of me that is struggling to come out and listens to me (and remembers what I say), whether I make sense or not.

I don’t know how to thank him for just…caring for me so deeply as a friend. Sometimes I feel words are just not enough.

xo