a member

This isn’t just about losing her. It’s about losing the only evidence I've ever had that I matter to someone without having to earn it. For someone who has lived feeling like the last choice, it felt life-altering. For the first time, I felt seen. It was her that did it and it feels like she's the only one that ever could. She felt like the only jigsaw piece that clicked with me, and losing that, losing everything associated with her, or at least walling it off, feels like true happiness being pulled away. I'm holding onto the last littlest strands of hope, hoping it'll all be alright in time. But until then, I'm starved. Starved of care.