
There are people out there who won't push us away.
Finally.
I Finally found somebody who understands.
They get it.
They understand how I feel and are willing to work with it. They don't have a fetish. They're not just looking at me as a piece of meat. They understand how I feel and they Love me.
And they know how I can be... protective. They know that I'm the type to hug for a little too long and Not Let Go. They know that if they try to flee, I'll make sure they never forget my face.
And they love me for that.
Not despite it—because of it.
They've been abandoned. They've been treated badly.
They feel the same.
And we can live our lives together, clinging and creeping and promising our souls to each other, and never need to be apart.
I'm So HAPPY!