But I was on a roll then, so I kept on talking over the noises he made. I told him how I needed him to continue to be happy, how he lit up a room, an entire building simply by being there, and how I never want to be the one to dim that light.
He kissed me then and told me I was stupid.
Does everyone think I’m stupid?
I told him I’m not stupid, and I’m not an i***t. I want him, but I’m f****d up, and he deserves to be happy. I will bring him down, because even though I’m better now, there is no guarantee I will be forever. I told him I have anxiety issues, to which he said: I know.
I told him Janet thinks I suffer from situational depression, not clinical, and how we’re trying to work through it without medication.
He hummed and nodded and held my hand.
I wanted to cry.
We sat there
