When some people are depressed, they lose themselves. They lose a part of themselves, like a puzzle loses a piece. I have been lost, and depressed. I would have to say that I am a puzzle, and I am missing a piece. I try everyday to figure out what the missing piece is. I try to think about all the things that make me happy. Then I always end up thinking of you. I try to think about the people who have influenced me to do better in life, and to be someone that a friend could look up to. Then I think of you. I try to think about the fun times I’ve had with friends, and how it made me smile. Then I think of me and you. When I think about you, I think about how happy I can be and how great it feels to have a friend like you. You encourage me everyday to be who I really am: The Real Me! Someone, that people want to be around. Someone that I wanted to be, but never had the guts to follow through. You give me hints and clues, that make me think about what to do next, and how to survive in the real world. You showed me what it felt like to be loved. How it felt to have a friend. It felt so great spending time with you, and getting to know you. I think of all the times we talked and shared our feelings, and just know I was smiling afterwards. I think I have found my answer. Every time we had our pep talks, I would think to myself, “Wow, what a wonderful person she is! ” I am a puzzle, and I am missing a piece. That piece is you my friend. It has been all along, I just didn’t know it. The friend I needed has been here all along, I just didn’t see the big picture, but I do now. Thank you my friend. You are indeed the missing puzzle piece to my life.
Shelby Brockway
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