Megan

She’s the one I turn to when the world becomes hazy and is crumbling under my feet. She’s the one who makes sense of the crazy thoughts I come up with but can’t figure out. She’s the one who keeps me sane when everyone else is driving me so far away from sanity. She’s the one who ends up listening to me sob on the phone at three in the morning because I don’t want to live anymore and she swears it’s because she can’t live without me. Somehow, I believe her to an extent. The thing is, she has it all wrong. I need her so much more than she needs me, that’s how it is with everyone. But with her, I don’t always feel indebted.

She has no idea where I’d end up if it wasn’t for her.

She has no idea.