I want to be the person you reach out to first on your shittiest day, when you’re at the lowest of the low. I don’t wish these days upon you, I just want to be the one you run to.

Anyone can be there to celebrate your achievements. They can all smile and congratulate you after you appropriately cheers one another with shots in hand. Don’t worry—I’ll be present, buying the first round, naturally.

But anyone can bask in the good times… I’ll take the bad too.

I’ll take the frustrated rapid-fire texts when plans fall through and situations get fucked up. I’ll take the disappointed sound in your voice when hopes are low and negativity is heavy in the air. I’ll accept all the pits and falls and ride out the emotional storms, next to you.

I’ll accept it all, because when things are bad I want to be the beacon of light—the good.