In the time before I met him, life was nothing but a dark tunnel, without even a spec of light to show me the way out. The word life meant nothing, the word family meant nothing, the word death meant nothing I didn�t know joy very often and when I did, it would be gone all to quickly. I was stuck it seemed in my tunnel of sadness, so alone, so afraid to spread my wings to take the leap off the cliff. Back then everyone was out to get me, I had no friends. I came so close once to ending it all, so close that I scared the people around me, and I frighten myself when I think back on that.
Then he came, and everything changed. I talked to him a lot, and slowly, I came out of my shell. I opened my wings a little. And as time went by, they eventually opened the whole way, and I took that plunge off that cliff without a second thought. I laughed instead of cried, I would smile instead of frown, I was soaring, and nothing was going to bring me down. The web was broken; the tunnel now had burst forth with a wonderful warm light, leading me towards happiness and joy once again.
I felt so good talking to him. He laughed with me, and at times he cried with me. I tell him things that no one else will ever know I have opened my heart to him, showed him my true self, and have taken off that horrible mask I used to wear.
He helped me to find myself, to know truly who I was. He gave me what I needed: love, someone who cared about me. He saved me from the utter destruction I could have brought upon myself. He is the line that pulled me back from the brink and I thank God for each day I speak to him, each moment of laughter and joy. I thank him for giving me the gift of compassion before it was too late. For showing me that someone believed in me, before I did the unthinkable.