I really open up to very few. And very few have the privledge of really knowing him. Part of us is always hidden away. HIs dad said he thinks I’m perfect, and he’s not the only one, but it’s just because they don’t know me. I just wish that wasn’t a standard I’m held to.
But I see us trying to open up to each other, and it’s happening. Slowly, but surely. And this is how I know he’s real. There’s more of him hidden, and I can hardly wait to find it(: