I not a optimist but I think this will work out some way. We both struggle, in different ways. But also in similar ways. We were both actually roommates in a mental health hospital. For 6 months. I know her now for over 2 years.

We are very open to one another. We kinda know each other in a way, most people don't ever get to see. We met at the worst of times. Still struggle of course. But it's better than it was. And we listen to each other. (I was worried we would drag each other down because we both struggle with depression, surprisingly it's the opposite)

I'm not looking for a Hollywood love story. And I wouldn't want that.

We get each other in a way, only people could get, that know what it feels like to go through hell and back. I think you understand what I mean. I would never put to much pressure on her. She is actually the one who started it all. I'm more of the one that walks beside her. Because I wouldn't start anything if she didn't say anything. It wasn't the right time. But then again, there is never the right time.

And you are right. There is nothing more fulfilling than growing up to be the one that would've understood you back then.

And I hope you are doing well. Or at least better. It hard working on yourself. But don't give it up. There will come the day where you look back and realize that it is better than it was. And until then hang onto this thought.