You

I threw away my map the day we met. I wasn't anticipating someone walking into my world and doing what you did. What you still do. That map had not gotten me very far, and I was further still from being okay enough for someone like you to accept. But you did. You didn't care that I was severely broken, you didn't care that I was walking a dangerous path. You came, walking on that path, picking up pieces with me, till you found me a better path. You gave me a light to follow, a voice to talk, breath to laugh with. Things that map could never have given me.

I saw you there, across the room, headphones in. Your long blond hair came off your head perfectly. Something about you scared me to death, but also drew me in. I can not now, nor possibly ever, be able to describe what happened to me in those few moments between my first seeing you, and actually coming and talking to you. I do thank God that I had the courage to come talk to you, to come meet you. It was then that I knew I no longer needed that map. It was then that I knew I'd be alright soon.