Midnight
In the past I used to not like going out late at night then going home alone. It made me feel oddly alone and kind of depressed, which sounds too melodramatic but for a lack of a better word.
But recently going home late at night, I feel safe. Warm. At ease.
The weirdest things happen when you are twenty three.
The boyfriend and I are still trying to fix for-our-future plans. I feel pained to see the sacrifices he soon has to make for me, and I can’t help but feel the nagging self doubt in my mind.
Am I worth it?
Friends remind me that he chose to do this, I didn’t force him nor pressure him to do anything. But still I know he is doing this for me. Is only doing this because of me.
Really.
Self doubt returns.
