To: The Boy Who Helped.

To: The Boy Who Helped.

Thank you. Thank you so much for taking them away.

The demons who ran ransom in my head have finally left, Boy.

I’ve introduced them to so many but they have only run in fear.

See that’s the thing, everyone else did what I wanted to do. Run and hide and take cover.

Never see me again. Never see those demons again. But I couldn’t run... there was nowhere for me to hide.

B-But you did it! you took them on. Full on. No armor. Just arms wide open inviting them.

You’re really brave, Boy. Because... I saw your demon’s too.

I watched them dance in the shadows of your dark brown eyes, but they were so beautiful.

Your eyes! Not the demons. I’ve learned not to romanticize them over the years.

They weren’t “tragically beautiful” or “Graciously Gothic”...

they were pure hell.

Thank you. Thank you so much for ridding my anxiety.

Because now I don’t have to take little white capsules that made my head fuzzy.

I’m not sure how you did it, Boy. But they’re gone. I’m no longer held back by thick rope,

forced to watch as life went on in front of me.

Now I go in hand in hand with you, Boy. Moving at our own pace, because sometimes we both trip.

Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me love myself again.

That ‘five-year-old’ love. The “my shirt didn’t match my pants, but I had pancakes for breakfast!” kind of self-love.

That “pre-middle school bullies” kind of love. I am content with my belly fat. And I love my laugh again because you love my laugh.

My eyes are brighter than before and so are yours, Boy.

I am finally okay with myself. I have confidence. I'll tell you what, Boy. I think my mom really would have liked you. I can think of my mom again. With my mind at peace.

Thank you. Thank you so much for being my other half.

My good half. My love half. My happy half. My free half. My somebody half.

Thank you for letting me be your half.

Thank you, Bryce.

Thank you so much.