I don't know why you haven't left me for dead, because the rest of them already have.
I'm irrational, full of anxiety and uncontrollable stress, I constantly go on long-winded rambles that head nowhere at all.
But here you are.
Patiently sitting by me as I seethe frazzled nerves and a tense aura. You're kind. You listen. You don't always get it, but you respect it.
And that's all I can really ask out of anyone.