Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.
Remembering that despite whatever happens I have always been okay, helps me to remember that I will always be okay. Fleeting pain is just that. Nothing is forever. In the words of the wise T. Matt with the curled mustache “everyone will hurt you, you just have to choose the right ones to hurt you.” Everything will always be okay, I am not what happens to me.
With you, intimacy colours my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here.’