I had started to accept the situation. I didn't cry about it anymore. I didn't miss the comfort, the cuddling, the kisses, the compliments, the acceptance of being who I am. I was finally starting to actually feel just fine being on my own, and just focusing on myself as a person, not needing anyone else to be me. I could be myself without having someone to confirm that it was alright. It's not like I need approval all the time. But I have always needed to have someone really showing they adore me, just for who I am. The curse of being a human is being insecure, I guess.
I didn't miss it anymore. I was comfortable seeing myself in the mirror - even without any clothes on. I wasn't afraid of saying stupid things, or doing something I would regret, because I was happy with the situation as it was.
But then you came... and why did you freaking have to remind me about how... how much I need to have that person looking at me with stars in their eyes, no matter what I did or how I looked or whatever. Why did you have to make me into this insecure little stupid teenage-girl.
This sucks. Why did you do it. Why did I let you do it.
Sorry, I'm out of words and unable to describe this.
