He typed, “I NEED you Olivia.”
I cried as I laid in my bed.
It wasn’t like all the boys I had known, who said to those four words to fill the void, and make me stay on the planet for one more day. It wasn’t meaningless. It was a cry.
“And I responded with angry because I’m scared for you, when really you deserve love.” I sob on the pillow.
“Love?” I scoff. “No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
And, his love isn’t full of lust or jealousy. It is friendly and understanding. That’s all I need, right now at least.
That’s the story of how I’m alive another day. Because, someone said they needed me, and how I deserve love.
That changed my perspective. I never thought I deserved anything…especially love.