An empty colorful room
Many things have changed for me: I’ve become a lot busier and a lot less prone to moping around. Still, a part of me wishes someone would occasionally ask why I’ve gone quiet sometimes. No matter — joyful things keep happening, and I can only feel grateful for that. First things first: I’m in a relationship again. For the wrong reasons, maybe, but with the right person. She has been nothing but kind, and she still is. I started telling her things — a lot of things — and for the first time, it was met with kindness. Of course, I don’t feel completely understood (I suppose that’s normal?), which is why I haven’t been able to open up instinctively yet. Even so, my efforts are met with kindness and a genuine attempt to understand. For the first time, I don’t have to fear that our conversations or feelings won’t connect properly; I can trust that she’ll try just as hard as I do. For the first time, I’m the one being wanted — not as a trophy boyfriend, but as the only person she truly wants ...
