I don’t know how to do this.

You were the first to see me in the morning and the last at night. My days began and ended because you were there to hold them.

When I had a good day, you made me tell it again, so we could live it twice.

When I had a bad one, you listened while I unloaded everything, never trying to fix the weight of it. Just being with me.

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