Your compassion was the bridge, it just took the time to trust my weight to it. You extended your hand and stayed while I showed you the scars, the mess, the fear. You let me come close, let me hide, let me return without shame. Every time I thought you’d had enough there was only patience I never felt I’d earned. I never wanted to be this way; I have pride. I need to be seen as strong, though I haven’t been and am still so far from achieving. True healing takes time, there are no magic wands for deep pain. I’m going to try to be reliable, no promises, but you know me by now, my word means something.