Dear my something,

Growing up I had no idea you would mean as much to me as you do now. You were always there for me, but for some reason I always seemed to wave you off. I remember learning about you from grade school when I was saying words out loud that I couldn’t even spell yet. Storytelling has been a huge part of me, maybe because as a child my parents would read my brothers and I stories before we fell asleep. Those stories opened up my mind to explore things, it gave me new ideas, it enhanced my thinking, with that I began thinking out of the box. It wasn’t until middle school that I was given an assignment. The assignment was to pick any anime and tell the story through those anime eyes about a particular part of history. During that assignment, I allowed my imagination the freedom it was begging for. As I went on to do the assignment, something came over me. I was enjoying it, I enjoyed it more than basketball at the time. For years you have been by my side, for years you have been my go to. My mother brought me diaries as a young girl, even back then, years ago, you were there. When I assumed you were only here because it was something that was taught to me as a kid, but you made it so I would need you even when I did not know I would need you. I thought my love for basketball would get me to where I wanted to be, you stood there waiting patiently for me to pick you up. When basketball broke my heart and I had no one to talk to about it, you were there, you allowed me to pour out my most inner and deeper thoughts to you with no judgements. You have helped me through my darkest days and cheered me on through my happinest. You never complained about me venting to you about the same issue over and over again, the issue I, myself was constantly putting myself in. Day and night you laid on my nightstand waiting for me to get home, just so I could tell you about my day and the eventures I encountered. There you were, never jealous, always ready to be a listening ear, along with a caring friend when I was friendless. When I abandoned you when I finally made friends, you stood tall and watched over me. That time I lost those same friends, you were there welcoming me back with open arms. It was at that moment that I realized that I loved you. Some may say you are a rebound because I kept coming back to you whenever life failed me, but me, I see more than that. I see something that made a decision to never give up on me. I see something that watched me grow up from a little girl to a beautiful young lady. I see something that is patient and not judgemental. What I’m trying to say is, ink pen and paper I love you.