If this were the end, I'd want you to know:
I cared a lot more than you knew. So many times I bore your burdens around my shoulders and let them press heavy against my throat. Sometimes I made seemingly foolish choices trying to help you or protect you, and the scars remain red on my flesh. Just because I hurt myself--and perhaps you, the one I hoped to help--doesn't mean I would change a thing. We all need friends who will come beside us and carry us through; at times, there is a toll taken on beasts of burden. And that's okay.
You matter to me, and others, in some way. If you ever reach the end of a day where loneliness is your only companion and it all seems so worthless, I pray that somehow you remember that you add meaning and color--no matter how subtle--to all around you with every breath.
There is a hope for each of us. My hope has a heavenly name, God. I do not know if He is your hope, as well, but it is my deepest longing that you have a hope of your own.
You are loved.
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