Life is heavy. People come and go. Some leave scars, some leave nothing at all. But you? You leave warmth. You remind me there are still people worth believing in. And I don’t say it enough, but I’m glad you exist.
Not just for me. For the world. Because someone like you makes the air feel lighter. You turn ordinary moments into something worth holding on to. You’re proof that not everything is broken, that not everyone disappoints. Just knowing you’re out there is enough to make the hard days easier.
I don’t have to own you. I don’t have to label it. Just existing is enough. And I’m grateful.
Final Thought: Sometimes the only words that matter are: I’m glad you’re here.
Disclaimer: This is appreciation, not possession. Don’t twist it into something it’s not.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	