It’s been a long time. I can’t seem to recount all the reasons I've come to care for you, as over all this time, each little piece of affection you’ve shown has just come together into the beautiful person that only I can see; Every shard of kindness you’ve shown. The worthwhile advice you’ve given me. The few times you wouldn’t leave my side when I was sad. The couple of times you would just lay your head on my lap. Times you’ve brightened my day by just saying hi. When you included me in a bit of your world out of concern and care. Every time you picked me up from falling into a dark place. The times you’ve saved me when I felt the worst. When you single-handedly helped me relocate my entire life. The time you took to really be able to talk to me. To understand me. It goes on… and will continue happening because that’s the kind of person you’ve shown me you are. The reasons have become countless.
You’ve always remained a constant positive theme in my life and to me, it became dreamlike. I look up to you. Maybe that’s why I put you on a pedestal. Over time, I glorified you as a hero. Though unreasonable and somewhat selfish, I always felt like you’d be there when I needed you as you have been in the past. I feel like I can approach you with anything. As a true friend.
Is it truly so hard to believe that I would care for someone like you? You have my loyalty and respect for all that you’ve done. I owe you a lot, regardless of whether you see it. And all that I can offer in return is myself. I’m thankful for all you’ve done and the friendship you’ve given me.
Everything I say should be building up the truth about why I care. Not to have been doubting certain aspects of things outright. —well I’ve run out of doubt and it has no more place in this narrative.
When it comes down to it. You’re a genuinely amazing, kind, and giving person and there are countless more reasons top of that to care about.