There is nothing like staring into someone’s eyes, and having a deep, honest conversation about life, yourself, fears, and sexy light structures. These conversations are, at times, more necessary than 8 hours of sleep. Sometimes, you just need someone to sincerely look at you and say that you are wonderful and needed. I may never be able to exactly see what they see, but it makes sense to me.
For now, I know that I’m not “on the bottom” of anyone’s list. I hope that I can find this version of me, instead of this pathetically afraid little girl, but, maybe, this awesome me is just hiding out in a trash can, who knows?