She firmly clutches my hand as we walk so I will never feel alone, even in a crowd.
She sends me silly messages to cheer me up when I feel like my entire universe is conspiring against me.
She endures watching political documentaries just so I’d have someone to argue with.
She murmurs how much she loves me right before she closes her eyes so I will have something to hold on to, these nights when I couldn’t sleep.
She holds me tight when I am too broken to believe. In life. In people. In love.
She reminds me everyday that there is still something good left in me, even when you clearly convinced me otherwise.