So, yeah, this is my little note, a “thank you to bf”. Sounds kinda simple, I guess. But it’s not just about one thing, or something that happened yesterday. It’s bigger than that, you know?
It gets me thinking back to a time, man, I was in a real mess. Seriously. I was trying to get this one project off the ground, something I really cared about. But everything felt like wading through thick mud. My brain just wouldn’t cooperate. I’d sit there for hours, just staring at the screen, getting nowhere. It was a proper nightmare.
I remember feeling so stuck. Like, what was I even doing? Doubted myself, doubted the whole idea. It was a rough patch. I was trying to:
- Figure out the main direction for this thing.
- Actually produce something, anything, that felt right.
- Not completely lose my mind in the process.
Easier said than done, believe me. I was getting pretty down, snapping at small stuff. Just generally not fun to be around, I’d imagine.
And my bf, he saw all this. But he wasn’t pushy. He didn’t come at me with a list of solutions or tell me what I was doing wrong. And honestly? That was exactly what I needed. I didn’t need more pressure. I was already putting enough on myself.
Instead, he just… well, he was just there. Sometimes he’d make sure I actually ate something decent, ‘cause I’d forget. Sometimes he’d just quietly tidy up my workspace when it looked like a bomb had hit it – my messy desk always reflected my messy head. Or he’d drag me out for a walk, no big talk, just getting some air. Small things, right? But they weren’t small at all. They were lifelines.
He never tried to fix my project for me. He just sort of fixed the environment around me, made it a bit easier to breathe. And slowly, super slowly, I started to find my way again. It wasn’t like a sudden flash of light. More like finding one tiny foothold, then another.
I eventually got that project done. Or, well, got it to a point where I felt good about it. And looking back, his quiet, steady support was a massive part of why I didn’t just give up. He didn’t shout encouragements from the rooftops. He was just… present. Consistent. Like a rock, I guess, even if that sounds cheesy.
So when I say “thank you to bf” now, it’s loaded with all that history. It’s for him understanding without me having to spell it all out. It’s for him knowing when to step in and when to just let me wrestle with my own demons. That kind of support is rare, I think.
It’s not always about the big dramatic gestures. Sometimes it’s just about someone quietly believing in you, even when you don’t believe in yourself. And that, well, that’s pretty much everything. That’s the real stuff. Thanks, bf.
