“You’ll find someone. I bet there’s someone that feels the same as you, and they might just want a friend too.” He tells me, his voice soft, comforting.

_Is that you? I know it’s not but I want it to be. It seems all the people I want to be friends with are the ones who have friends. Like you. _

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_The first day I saw you, you were a boy in my class. But then you made me feel like I mattered, like I was someone. And suddenly you became that boy. That boy who helped me, that boy who’s so nice to everyone, lets everyone have a chance. _

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_And slowly, over time you became the boy. The boy I saw everyday when I woke up, the boy I wished would be in my life, as my friend. The boy who never stopped making me feel like I was someone. The boy who literally saved my life, because when I needed someone to go to, it became him. The boy I think I fell in love with._

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“Thank you,” I say, the words I truly want to say begging to escape.

He gives me a smile, and for some odd reason, I think he’s read my mind. He knows what I wanted to say, and he feels it too. Because he’s felt it this whole time.

“You’re not alone anymore,” he whispers to me. “I’m here.”

I smile back, not beileveing this is actually happening. Yet, I hear his words and I finally let myself believe them.