who was there for me when I needed them most, so much so I wrote them this poem.

When I’m stressed or I’m blue,
I turn, inevitably, and find you
You shrug and make Atlas look foolish
Take the world off my shoulders and say
“Ok, what can we do with this?”
You entertain all my swoons and my swings
Ruminate all the inconsequential things
There are no battles here, no egos to defend
Just you and I, inevitably, my most valued friend.

by Kate Moran