I'm not crazy.
Just eccentric.
"a little unwell"
I don't believe I live in a world with other people,
that I see things the way others do.
I feel like I live alone--
at least I did.
Then you came along.
You understood me.
You took hold of my troubled mind & made me see that I wasn't alone.
That someone else inthis world could live in mine,
& now that I've had company here inside my own little world,
I don't want to be alone;
although I don't remember being particularly unhappy,
I've never been this happy.
I never want to lose it.
My own little world would crumble.
I don't mean to sound obsessive,
& I know its coming off that way.
I'm afraid.
You've shown me true love.
I'm only cared because of my past.
Being an open book to those who couldn't read me resulted in catastrophe.
Torn pages.
pieces of me they decided to keep without permission,
lines scratched out to replace the memories with something different.
White-out & thinned out patches of paper from the sand-paper pens of my past,
haunting me.
Haunting my thoughts each time
you write something new,
and/or do something similar to their old words--
except I know you mean it.
I know you're different,
& would never hurt me on purpose.
Your words go much smoother over the bad memories &
onto my blank pages as moments so dear that I never want to lose.
Just like you.
I love you.
Please understand, I know you can.
Samantha Weldon
10:25am
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