Whenever you leave something you loved so much that meant the entire world to you, there comes a long process in reaction to it. You’re thrusted into something that feels like somewhere you’ve never been before, but it’s the exact same place you’ve been in.
The thing is you make me happy. You walked in when it seemed like the rest of the world walked out. You were there. You are there. I never need to pretend when I’m around you, when I’m talking to you, when I’m with you. You’re hilarious; you make me laugh, like, all the time. You seem to pick up that something’s wrong before anyone else does. And you know exactly what to say to make it all okay, and even if it’s only for a little while, it helps.
Sometimes your heart needs a long restart to realize how it feels to be off your sleeve, and back in your own chest.
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