“Sam,” I continued, blathering, “thank you. Thank you for treating me like a human being. Thank you for staying yourself.”
“You’re welcome.” His eyebrows creased inwards and upwards at the bridge of his nose, as they always do when he asks a question. “Lunch tomorrow?”
“Alright. See you then. Goodnight!”
I wrote it all in my journal so I wouldn’t forget.
And no, I hadn’t recovered yet. My journey had only just started. But at least I knew I wasn’t alone. I had Sam. And I had hope.
“We’re after the same rainbow’s end,
Waiting ‘round the bend,
My huckleberry friend,