i've been used to waking with a smile. (s)he's
been helping me through it all. it's taken some getting used to
having someone that would actually care. i had no
doubts about his trust, ever. no feelings of doubt when he talked
about his ex and the eerie correlation with me. i love
him. i'm sure. i haven't even doubted when others told me to.
it's nice to be comforted all the time; it's a calming new feeling.
too many people confided their most odious opinions. i've felt
good with the input. it gave me a needed feeling of confidence
to listen to the egotistical wisdom and prove my wellbeing, to
be the one that actually rises above, yet others are higher than me,
true, yet pessimistic, and i deserve all i have coming.
it's an inevitable feeling i scarcely want to forget. i
just need to become accustomed to not being afraid of loving –

not because i am afraid to fall in love but because now i feel
worth something other than what another walked on.
it is all worth it