He had always been there. Cracking jokes at Christmas and lighting up the room at family get-togethers… How had I not noticed before? As child, I admittedly had formed a sizeable crush on him but so had many other girls my age… He was always there. A major constant in my life regardless of whether or not we had actually communicated much when I was little. Now I take an immense comfort in his words… I live my life in paranoia but all of that seems almost non-existent when he’s around… I often try to repress my growing need for escape. Everything closes in on me and when I can’t breathe he’s the only thing that makes any sense.
I am extremely grateful for him and what he’s brought to my life, and I can settle for...