You are the kind of friend
who shows up
without being asked—
who hears the silence
and still knows what to say.
Not every day is laughter,
not every moment is light,
but you’re there—
in the middle of it all—
offering presence
instead of pity,
truth
instead of noise.
We don’t have to speak
to feel understood,
don’t have to agree
to stay close.
You’ve seen me
fractured and afraid,
and still,
you never flinched.
Just held the pieces
until I could again.
If I had nothing else,
just your name
on my phone,
your memory in my life—
it would be enough.
Because some friendships
aren’t loud or fleeting.
They’re rooted,
real,
and rare.