Today, I told Mykel the abridged version of my family drama complete with a mini history lesson about me. He listened to me for over an hour, just letting me talk. After, I told him that I stupidly felt that when all was said and done, I wouldn’t have a place there anymore because I literally wouldn’t have a place. He simply said, “You do at my house. Okay?” like this was the most obvious thing in the world. There was no hesitation, no sympathy. He was stating a fact. When I told him that I felt bad for feeling the way I do, he just said, “It’s fine. As long as you feel safe and comfy at my house. By all means it’s yours.”
This is the person that I love. With him, I feel like I’m at home.
