❤️ You Are Loved ❤️ (F4M) (Girlfriend) (Party With Friends) (Support For Anxiety) (Intimacy)

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Hey, have you seen him? I saw him on the balcony and then I went to get a drink and. ..

No, no. I don't think so. He probably just went for a walk or something.

Hmm. Thanks though. Yeah.

Where are you? Wherever you are, just be safe. Hmm? Oh.

Thanks. Yeah. I'll go see him.

Thanks. Hey. You alright? You sure? I don't think you are.

I just don't. You don't have to tell people what you think they want to hear, you know. You don't have to tell me what you think I want to hear.

I just want to know the truth. So, are you actually okay? Then why'd you go off? Yes, you did.

You just walked away. We were all together and then you weren't. Everyone was worried.

I don't know, they asked about you. That's worrying, right? Well, I was.

That's why I'm here in the cold with you. It's freezing. Well, I can't.

I can't go back. You're not alright and you're alone. I can't just leave you.

Are you really not cold? An answer. You asked me what I wanted to be when I was little.

You remember. I said I didn't know. I lied.

I wanted to be an answer. A solution. A thing that makes everything better.

Can't exactly put that on your CV, can you? My mum used to get sad. I didn't know what about.

I didn't know why she couldn't get out of bed. Whatever it was, I knew it was a problem. I thought if I tried different things.

Made her breakfast, walked the dogs, cleaned the kitchen. It'd help. It'd make her feel better.

It didn't, really. Even when she smiled and thanked me and said she was sorry. It wasn't better.

She was still sad. She was always sad. I wasn't the answer.

Even when I did more. Even when I cooked and did washing and got a job and paid the bills. It wasn't enough.

She died sad. I just didn't get it. I couldn't understand any of it.

Why wasn't it enough? Why wasn't I good enough? I went to counselling.

My dad made me at first. I didn't think I needed it. I mean, I said to him, Mum's dead, I'm not mad.

The person was nice. She wore cardigans and scarves. And she used to light scented candles.

I could smell them on my clothes when I left. I told her about Mum. She listened.

And then she spoke. She told me it wasn't about enough. Or even me.

It was about her. It was about her. It was for her to get through.

And all I could do was love her. And I did. I do.

I wasn't her answer. But I was there. Even if she was sad most of the time.

She was loved. She wasn't alone. She was never alone.

But you're not alone if you're loved. I don't think anyone can be an answer. We can just be here.

And I'm here. I know I can't do anything that instantly fixes it. And maybe you can't either.

But I'm here. You're here. And you are loved.

You are so loved by me. I just want you to know that we can do it. Each of us.

We can find the good. Even when it's bad. Can I have a hug? Come here then.

I love you. I love you. I'm here.

You can always tell me. Whatever it is. No matter how bad.

Just tell me. Please. I want to know.

I only get scared when you don't share. I can handle it. If we're together I can handle anything.

If you're not holding back. Then we try. That's everything.

I love you too. Don't scare me, okay? I'm not as steady as I look.

I'm not as brave as I look. I'm not as strong as I look. Well I am.

When it comes to me. And work. And life.

But you. You throw me off every time. But I'm holding on.

Because you're worth holding on to. Oh God. You don't even know how much.

You're so funny. You make me laugh just by looking at me. You're a good friend.

You make people feel better even when you feel like shit. And you're so kind.