I might have thought that once, but never again.

I am scared. Yes, I am scared. I am terrified. I am a wreck. There is finally one person who understands what, who, and why. There is one person who stands out amongst the rest. That is what scares me.

I thought it would be easier to be alone. They understand. I thought it would be easier to pass. They understand. I wanted to have a family. Children. A life. They understand.

It is so good. Like a comfort food that I haven't had in years, or even my whole life. There is someone who will play with my hair when my hands aren't. There is someone who doesn't judge me for who I was. There is someone who wants me for who I am, not what I look like (although calling me cute is nice too). There is someone with that perfect sense of humor, those eyes, the foresight. There is someone who can see where I can't and lead me there. There is someone who is traveling with me. There is someone who cries. There is someone to cry with as well. There is someone to have fun with. There is someone to embrace. There is someone who understands what I mean without words. There is someone who has taken my phrase, and I theirs.

We are starting to spin around each other like two stars around each other. I cannot escape the force of gravity between them. I try to search for an escape route, but I stop myself. There is no need for one. Any pain that comes to us is one I will carry. And you know what? That scares me. It scares me that whatever happens, this is something that will never go away. I will always know that I have found at least one person to connect to my brain and read my mind with thier fingers. And even if they don't... these words are here. And you know what? Anyone can read them.

These words of mine are a click away. And while that scares everyone I know... I'm not. My thoughts are not venomous. They are not innappropriate. I might have thought that once, but never again.