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She speaks as though every sentence must first survive a court in her own mind. I appreciate that, in all honesty. Any sort of silence is something I deeply appreciate in this chaotic world, of which she often seems uncertain of her place in.
I attempt to provide structure where I can in light of that, whether that be advice, routine or reassurance, as I’m told people find comfort in such things. Whether I am effective at said tasks is unclear, however she keeps returning, which I assume is a positive sign.
He’s easier for me to breathe around.. He doesn't demand anything from my silence, just lets me exist without trying to fill it.
I talk to him sometimes when my thoughts get too loud and I don’t know what to do with them. He listens like he knows what to do with them rather than waiting for his turn to speak. His advice never feels forced either, like he’s just trying to help me understand what I feel the problem with myself is rather than trying to fix me. I appreciate him a lot.
If I didn’t physically drag her outside sometimes I think she’d dissolve into her blankets forever but I love being around her!! She’s really quiet and shy all the time but she’s super creative and funny when she’s comfortable with you.. I know she pretends to hate attention but I know she likes hanging out with us. A little.
She’s like too much sunlight in a room I usually keep dim.. Always excited, always suggesting things, always trying to include me like I won’t fall apart if I say yes. I don’t know why she doesn’t get tired of trying for me.
I feel close to her in theory, like she’s built a place for me inside her, but I struggle to step into it properly, even though I want to. I want to tell her things, real things, to show her how much I care about her, but the words never make it through my mouth.
OH MY GOD okay so he’s like so awkward and terrible at feelings, like I’ll stand there so excited and glittery while he’s just standing there with a blank expression on his face. But thing is, like he tries. He really tries, and once you figure him out he’s like the sweetest person EVER.
He doesn’t always understand me.. But he stays and listens to me. Even I’m all like fireworks and he’s steady and composed.. He still looks at me like I’m the brightest thing in the room. I’m so in love with him it’s actually embarrassing.
She is a phenomenon I have yet to categorize properly. Loud, excitable, admittedly exhausting, and yet I don’t understand why her happiness concerns me as much as it does.
I confess I do not entirely understand why she insists on holding my hand when she is perfectly capable of walking unaided, nor why she smiles at me whenever I speak at length about trivial matters; but her presence alters the atmosphere in a way I find difficult to function without.