Today I was standing over a chasm, looking down into the depths, when someone on the other side threw a rope over to me. I looked at it, and instead of letting it slide into the chasm like I usually do, I gathered my courage and picked up the rope. I looked to the other side and saw my friend, Mew. It has been so long and it was a much needed call for the both of us.
Bridges burnt can be rebuilt.
Thank you Mew, thank you for believing in me; for not giving up on me.
