sometimes I like to look up at the stars. try to count them; just to get my mind off of reality

this time is different though; he's here

he's holding me, making me feel safe. For once in my life someone, someone who loves me for me

after awhile, i start to think; thinking is dangerous. especially for me. I start to think about how everyone leaves me for one reason or another. never stays with me.

"is there something wrong with me?" I ask

"Yes, but it's the same thing that is wrong with all of us"

"Don't leave"

"Never" he says