Real love is when you can’t exist without someone, when you’d rather die than be apart. And the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters but the person standing in front of you.
If I could be a different person, I promise you, I would. Not because I want it, but because they do. And therein lies the catch.
I don’t remember much between the ages of eight and twelve. Just that the world moved fast and my brain moved slow. And every now and then, if I focused too closely on the way I breathed, I’d die. Until every second of every day, you find yourself trying to outrun your anxiety.