I turn around and I look at his face and he smiles at me, sweaty and tired, and I get up on wobbly legs and get him a drink of water. I lie back down and he pulls me into his side, for a moment everything feels right and comfortable and my mind is quiet and content
you say anxiety i call it a Rush. when you get to the point of your cup where you’re like Oh fuck i can’t finish this or else i’ll be terrified for the rest of the day and also probably have to poop - this is The feeling and i think u just have to come around to it
