I remember feeling small, and too tired to be terrified. The air was humid, the night silent, and our sweaty legs were touching.
Never have I been more vulnerable in front of you, or even myself. My body was filled with antidepressants, making my entire vessel jerk.
I felt hurt. No one hurt me, I was hurting others. In that time of fighting off medications, seizure episodes and my own self, I was still hurting for other people. I love too hard.
I felt scared, because none of the feelings in that moment were familiar. Still, you held me. You held me so close, I could feel your heart beating. –
Because of all this, I started to share my world with you.
Now, you are my world.