Believe.

You can’t change people’s life, you can’t make them feel different and you can’t decide what they should do. Sometimes, you whish you could. But everyone has the right to make their own decisions. Maybe they aren’t the right ones. But then, they can only blame themselves.

When I talk to you, you give me a feeling. A feeling of calmness, a feeling of safety. Like everything is gonna be ok. You tell me when I overreact and when I’m just too much. No one have every done that before. It’s nice.

I wish I could have a good day, a good day without comments, without looks and with being accused of something. All I’m trying to do is the best I can, I can’t do much more. I hope that you see that.

When you say I’m not your number one anymore, I believe you. I have never asked for it either. Again you are telling me what to do and how to be. I know that you want answer, but still, I can only give you questions. Because I don’t have answers. I wish I did, but I don’t.


I still believe.