You’re the best thing that’s happened in my fucked up life. You’re the only one I’ve explained all my scars to. You are the first to touch my scars and not make me cry because of it. You dove head-first into the deep end but didn’t abandon me as a hopeless case as the others did.
“I love your crazy.” How the hell was I supposed to take that? I never expected someone to love me for the entirety of who I am. Everyone else has simply liked me and attempted to ignore what a broken freak I am.
I know you’re leaving me in two weeks for another college but I don’t want to let you go. I’m not afraid to be fragile in front of you. You are the first to make me feel that I deserve love and acceptance.