"I noticed you haven't been eating much and I am worried."

I remember exactly when I got that text. It was about a month after I moved to a new town, and I had been dealing with the change of scene very poorly. My mood worsened considerably; I hadn't been eating well or sleeping much. In fact, I hadn't been doing very much of anything at all. I was, however, constantly communicating with this person via long-distance text. I thought it was easy to act happy with him since emotion does not translate well into text. The only infomation he had about my life was what I gave him. But still, he noticed.

Even though it was late at night, I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. I was sad and anxious and had lost my appetite. Suddenly, I got a text saying, "Have you eaten anything today?" I was stunned. I hesitantly replied, "Yes… Why do you ask?" Tears had begun to form as I waited for his reply. He said he was worried about me. He was worried about me. He was concerned for my health even though I clearly wasn't.

And more amazingly, what touched me the most is that he had to figure it out on his own. I hadn't told him that I was depressed and I never directly mentioned anything about my eating habits. He had simply been paying attention to me.However unemotional my texts were, he managed to look deeper. I realized that if he cared about me this much, maybe I should too.

That night, I ate a large, late dinner with tears running down my face.

I think everyone has someone. Even though I didn't know it, there was always someone who cared about me. There was someone who was paying attention. And even if you don't know it, someone cares about you, too.