Hold my hand...

I hated feeling so exposed, so vulnerable, so weak. I used to take pride in being above the minuscule addictions and pitfalls of my peers, but as it seems, it is quite easy to become that which you always swore you wouldn't. I poured my heart out, and even as I barely kept up with reality, I knew that I was in the middle of one of those moments that define your life. That reshape your experience, and mould it into something different. Maybe greater, maybe lesser, yet surely more profound. I was glad you were with me, that you were both with me, though I'd be lying if I said I don't feel anxious and uneasy. I ponder if and how these events will alter my trajectory, and our bond as a whole. Am I still me? Are you still you? Perhaps we are something else entirely - an entity sown together by the sum of our parts - interwoven for eternity, intertwined by design.