I've been spending a lot of time lately talking to Renea, and as always talking to her is like the best hug you could get from someone. I swear, she's like Bactine for my soul. There is something about having one of the closest people in the world to you make the bad things go away in one conversation that reaffirms everything you believe and hold sacred. She provides me with so much, I can only hope that I give her something equally sustaining. She understands me in fundamental ways, ways that prove she knows me very well. I would trust her to make a decision for me in my absence, because I know she would make my choice for me instead of her own. In ways she already has.
She wrote a letter to Daniel when he and I were going through the beginning of the end, about a month before it needed to be over. In the letter she pleaded with him to think carefully before renouncing me because he would find no one better and would live to regret it. This was extraordinary for two reasons. One was because she actively despised Daniel, but knew I wasn't ready for the relationship to be over. The other was because she made a declaration in doing this at all.
Daniel never read that letter, because I never gave it to him. It was the one time she has ever asked me to do something and I didn't do it. I decided that the letter wasn't for him, it was for me. It was her love and support for me that got me through that day, and I keep that letter in my special box of sentimental things as a reminder and as a paper hug.
No one ever did anything like that for me before her. No one has ever been to me what she is. No one else ever will.