I feel nauseous by a friend telling me they miss me.
I feel nauseous by a friend telling me they miss me. It feels like a cruel joke that I crave the love and validation but the minute I receive it, I’m terrified beyond my comprehension. I am loved and it is horrible. I am loved and it is terrifying because what if they stop loving me? I want to be brave enough to hold one hand out and to feel the love flowing through my hands without fearing being burned by it.