The course of true love never did run smooth. – William Shakespeare
I don’t know when exactly Marie became my safe space. All I know is that around her my voices started to quiet down. They lurked below the surface, ready to pounce as soon as I stopped talking to her.
But they were quiet. When my depression was overpowering me, she would smile that radiant smile of hers and the enormous crushing weight would begin to lift. She would flirt and my lips would settle into a smile, and the voices would run away screaming.
Or she would just sit with me on the camera, listening to me mumble and cry. She listens like no one else listened.
She joked that it was the power of true love, which very well could have been correct because I was and still am head over heels in love with her.
Post 11 in Socially Unacceptable: The Daily Life of a Queer Schizophrenic Wreck (2022)
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