good people: sam
I didn't ask God for Sam, but I think he knew I needed him. I have known him for a few years and it just so happened that at the cusp of my depression; he was there for me like family. He was and has been here each day through this entire journey of my self-destruction and pre-death.
He's a good person; he might actually be a true good guy, but I will never truly know deeply (because experience has taught me otherwise). The sad part is that if the events that led me to this point today had never happened, I would have never become closer friends with him and he would have never known the weaker me. He would have always been another person I knew from the agency.
He thinks I am amazing at my worst; he enjoys me in my depressive state, which at times disgusts me, because the depressive me is not who I am. I am much more beautiful than the person who emerged from the breakup/breakdown. He adores the depressive me, because at the bottom of my slope, I opened up to him about my daily feelings of missing my old incredible life in California and the love of my life who I lost. He could identify; it had happened to him years ago.
At the end of the day, I do thank God for allowing him to be there for me, even though it should have been someone else at my side, but I guess God thought differently. He has been a good trooper and I pray that one day he meets a lady that loves him for the great friend, supporter, and hopeless romantic he can be: good people
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