3.

I could feel myself drowning in your gaze, every worry and thought suddenly becoming irrelevant; the most important thing in the whole world was you.

But you didn't think so; you thought it was me.

You thought that I was the most important thing in the whole world, which was why you were there, comforting me.

I had no idea why you thought so.

That was your only flaw, thinking that such an insignificant, trivial waste of space like me was important.

But I didn't mind that flaw of yours; it was something that made you feel human. It was proof that you weren't a nonexistent being, created by my hallucinating mind.

"Why are you crying?" You had asked slowly, looking as if you genuinely cared about my answer and feelings.

It was a weird feeling, because no one in my life had ever cared about how I felt, and why I was the way I was. It was weird in a good way.

You made me feel important, you made me feel valid, as if I wasn't a total waste of space after all. . .

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