I remember that the people in my life care about me.
The first couple of weeks after everything worked out right was hard. I kept waiting for something to go wrong. I waited for someone to jump out and tell me that it’s all a sick prank and I’m back in hell again. I waited for the other shoe to drop. But it didn’t, so I’ve stopped waiting. I’ve stopped clinging onto everything like I’m going to lose again.
Because you can’t lose something that’s real. When everyone is trying equally hard, it can only work out.
It’s been twenty one years of hell. I have the scars to prove it. I still flinch sometimes when Stone lifts a hand or when Kat jumps at me to grab me into a hug.
That will go away in time.
My life is finally what I’ve always wanted it to be.
The nightmare is over, and I’m living the dream.