Being with him while having an anxiety attack made me better until he just stopped being there for me. It was like those times during thunderstorms when you expect the thunder to come and when it would it came worse than you expected it and when they end you just count how many seconds until the next one but I've been counting for so long I've lost track of what or who I was counting for. Then he was there again; I saw him but he didn't notice me. It was like everything came back to that day and I didn't know what to do. ©jkfeels :: nev. began: 2017.11.02