You know when you take a dive, how you're underwater and you know you have to come back up, but you're so into that moment that you won't go back up right away. Instead, you let it sink in until you realize that you need air, then reality kicks back in and you try and get back up as fast as you can. But I didn't come back up for air. I knew I had to. I didn't know how. I was drowning.
And then I met you. Meeting you was like finally breaking the surface and feeling the sun on my skin again instead of just seeing the rays reflecting on the water and trying to remember what it was like. You helped to give me my life back and know that I can take charge on my own when I watched the last year fly by without me. I owe what happiness I have now to you. Thank you.