Light in the Storm

Even in the worst storms of life, there is a light. A person that can help you through anything, right? I know, I know, I sound ridiculous. But it's true. If you read my previous blog, you might understand the kind of train-wreck I'm in. But I have my little light.

You see, my light has helped me through thick and thin in the past few weeks. I can tell him anything. Every time he sees me he opens his arms, knowing I'll need a hug. He's kind and understanding and fun all at once. He is what keeps me going through life.

He was there for me when my storm hit. But he was my sun shining through the thick black clouds, hovering over me, destroying me, but he helped me up and sturdied me, even under the weight of the storm.

I won't mention who my light is, for his sake. I consider him my best friend, whether he thinks of me that way or not. I know he can help me through anything, and I know he will. I trust him with everything I've got, even my life. I maybe depend on him for too much, but he's too loyal to say anything if I am.

I would lay down my life for my friends, and he is one of them. Of my few true friends, I can definitely say that he is one. I can and do tell him everything, my darkest secrets, my unique stories, my dreams, my fairytales.

He is everything to me. So, who is the light of your storm?