TMI

[vyshella]

 There is a hand on my chest, squeezing.

Yesterday she looked me in the eye, she made sure she was close, and she said, "You are special."

I looked away. It's hard to look at someone when they say something like that. "No, I'm not." It's the only defense I had at that point. To say no. I've never been good at compliments. And... that's a hard one

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It's not you, it's me.

[vyshella]

It's not about your lack of mojo. It's more that my head is finally in the right place to hear it. It took a long time of me feeling safe for me to realize that I was safe enough that I could really start to deal with this shit.

Trust me, everything that was said by you paved the way for me to get here.