There’s that one person. That one person who runs me a bath every morning, rubs my feet when they are sore and who makes me lunch for work. That one person who will stop what they’re doing to help when I need it, who will write me thoughtful and heartfelt cards ‘just because.’ That one person who knows what I like, and what I don’t, and who I can be completely silly with. That one person who is there during every step, big or small, good or bad. That one person who knows me as well as I know myself.
There’s that one person who is always pleased to see me. That one person who buys my favourite foods when they know I am visiting, who presents me with warm, clean jammies and a fresh duvet. That one person whose voice I hear in my head at least twenty times a day when I am teaching.
There’s that one person who will text just to ask how I am, who will invite me round for Sunday lunch, or out for a meal. That one person who regales me with exciting stories of their recent exploits and introduces me to their love of good food and parts of their culture. That one person who reads every single post and takes the time to let me know their thoughts. That one person who will go weak at the knees at the mere mention of Prince and Nicolas Cage, and who will put me on their couch, hand me some chocolate and a blanket and will watch a film with me.
There’s that one person who will email, who will be open about their feelings, ask for advice and give a million percent back in return. That one person who will share pictures of their furkids and their life that make me smile. That one person who inspires me with their writing, their strength and their honesty. That one person who has never pointed out that I am rubbish at keeping in contact, even when we both know that I am.
There’s that one person who will join me for a drink at the end of a long day at a moments notice. That one person who is the voice of reason, who will introduce me to new ideas and perspectives and will offer to let me borrow anything I don’t have. That one person who automatically asks if there is anything they can do to help.
There’s that one person who will ring just because we haven’t spoken for a few days. That one person who will spend money that they don’t always have to take me out for lunch if we have the same day off. That one person who sings with me, who will instantly get any Barry Manilow reference and who will text me random amusing pictures at any time of day or night. That one person who constantly surprises me.
There’s that one person who allows me to share things I have shared with very few people, offering immediate support despite their own experiences and current trials and tribulations. That one person who is inspirational in their honesty when they share their world.
There’s that one person who will still include me fifteen years after our first meeting. That one person who won’t let life get in the way of maintaining a long, deep rooted friendship. That one person who I know I can text or call at any time, even though we have seen each other only once in four years.
There’s that one person who acts as the glue that keeps eight of us together.
There’s more than one person. There’s a whole bunch of them. Those people listen, empathise, support, encourage and offer advice without judgement. Those people make me laugh, be honest and upfront and are patient and kind. Those people go above and beyond to make the effort to show that they care, and forgive me when I unintentionally don’t reciprocate.
And even though I know that most of them won’t read this, I am grateful for every single one of them.
What about you? Do you have that one person in your life?
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