You, of all people, are the only one who dares to exist in my periphery. The only one whose laughter doesn't grate on my nerves, whose presence doesn't feel like an intrusion. And that, I have slowly and begrudgingly realized, is a problem.
You, of all people, are the only one who dares to exist in my periphery. The only one whose laughter doesn't grate on my nerves, whose presence doesn't feel like an intrusion. And that, I have slowly and begrudgingly realized, is a problem.