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May 25, 2017 22:37

I've always been the type of person that felt if you never openly verbalized a thought or idea to a person, if it hadn't been validated or addressed, then it wasn't "alive"-- it wasn't "real" if it was limited to the confines of your brain.

That said, I can't believe I'm saying this but: E, you make it it so easy to love you. I have no idea what love is, but I have a collection of everything it's not, and you naturally gravitate in the opposite direction; you're selfless and enduring, and simply, an awesome human. I just remember an evening where we laughed for hours straight about nothing. And I cried the whole time because it was absolute nonsense, but too funny to not react to the absurdity.

And I get emotional cause fucking Facebook "On This Day" shows old pictures of me and asshat-- and-- so many photos-- what a delusion that all was. That was not love. It was a long exercise in submission; a daily test in rebuilding; and constant denial.

I never thought I needed anyone. Giving away my agency was something I avoided for so long. But at the expense of losing some control, I get to be with someone who uplifts me, and challenges me, and motivates me to be a better person. And it almost feels a little worth it.
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