It was you.
The first time I believed tomorrow needed me.
That I deserved a tomorrow.
You had no idea.
You didn't know I cried myself to sleep every night.
You didn't know how badly I wanted to die. How I wished for it. Dwelt on it.
You helped me believe I had worth, a purpose, that life was richer with me in it.
And while my struggles didn't end there, your words stuck with me all these fifteen years, telling me I was a beautiful gift and tomorrow needed me.