Some friendships don’t come with history. No shared past. No photographs. No story you could explain to someone else. They form in the quiet – across distance, across time zones, across the things we don’t say. They don’t ask questions. They don’t press. They’re not interested in being defined.
But they stay.
They listen when it matters. They hold space when you can’t find the words. They help, without needing to know what they’re helping with.
These friendships might not show up in your life in obvious ways. They might not be known by name. But they’re real. Sometimes more real than the ones that try to be.
This is a thank you – for that kind of friendship.
Offered without question. Given without doubt.
You may not know how much it mattered.
But it did. And it does.
Thank you.