It just simply does belong in that spot in that way.
I wish I could eliminate all of those fears, have the confidence that only seems to exist in others, and find the love that I’ve long yearned for.
I should not always be here for you when I wonder if you’d be here for me.
The world works in such strange ways, doesn’t it? Who would have guessed that my 11th grade English teacher would become one of the most important people in my life? Certainly not me.
I keep thinking. And thinking. And overthinking.
It’s like a piece of me is missing, except every physical piece of me is right here.