After being treated like shit for so long, it's strange when I'm treated right.
Everything is in a new light.
You don't push me.
You communicate with me.
You listen to the words I say and understand.
You don't condescendingly nod along.
You don't mock me when my back is turned.
After being treated like shit for so long, it's strange being loved.
Treated as if I actually matter.
As if you care about me and won't leave me for someone else the minute they come along.
I'm respected.
After being treated like shit for so long, I don't know how to respond to your love.
You give it to me freely, but don't expect anything in return.
Of course I will give back, but you don't push me.
You're a breath of fresh air in a world trying to suffocate me.
