*I wrote this short paragraph one night when I was feeling particularly vulnerable. I was involved in an unconventional friendship with a person who at the time didn’t see me the way in which I saw him. It made our friendship very challenging to say the least. 

I want him to take me seriously. To see me; all of me, no matter how wild and uncontrolled that ‘me’ is. As a person, I mean. Not as a group of symptoms to be managed. Or a challenge to overcome. I wonder if he could ever love me. I don’t care about his situation and if he’s available. That’s not what I’m talking about. I just want to know if someone like him could ever love someone like me. Is it even possible? I wonder and I hope… 

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