Here we go again. I'm supposed to be asleep because I have big things to accomplish in the morning. But here I am, laying in bed, thinking of your hand in mine and you holding me so close. You took away my sadness, do you know? For the first time in a long while, my smiles weren't fake, do you know? After a lifetime of hiding, I came out, do you know? After forever, I felt seen. You made me feel seen and understood. You made me feel like I was finally home. You made me feel that I was good enough. But sadly, it was all just a dream. Why did it feel so real then? I get it. I understood you never felt that way with me and its funny how I feel the same about me, I'm not enough. I never was, perhaps I never will be. But, thank you for making me feel like I was home, even if it as just an illusion. I didn't know how that felt before you. I guess I forgot that there's a hamartia with every good thing that comes my way. I'm sorry I wasn't enough, but I need you to know I so badly wanted to be.

-V