All we have is each other now, and I want to be close to you. Without that we have nothing. All the pain I’ve caused and all the agony I feel is nothing, now. And you are everything to me, my love.
The worst trick a childhood anxiety disorder pulls is, you spend your early years being applauded for being so much more mature than your peers, because you aren’t disruptive, you don’t want any kind of attention, you don’t express yourself, you keep yourself to yourself - this makes you a pleasure to have in class, etc etc - and you start to believe it’s virtue. But you’re actually way behind your peers in normal social development, and who knows if you can ever catch up.
always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.
