I cannot count the times that my social anxiety urged me to run for the familiar hills of solitude which has become my companion before you arrived in my orbit.
I am so unused to being happy that I haven’t really come to terms with what it involves. Your zest for life and new experiences is refreshing so much so that I am reminded of my longing to read more in the book of you.
I do not have any clue why you’re gracing me with your time and kindness. I treasure them dearly and will always be grateful.