Moving in

Anneka asked me if I wanted to move in with her.

She said it casually, like it was no big deal. Like two adults choosing to live together is just a practical decision, not some massive emotional leap.

But it felt massive to me.

It felt like someone was saying: "I see you. I want you around. You matter to me."

I said yes immediately. Before I could think about it too much. Before my anxiety could convince me that this was a mistake.

We're looking at flats this week. Nothing fancy. Just something comfortable. Somewhere I can build a routine that doesn't involve being alone with my thoughts all day.

Anneka is the first person I've met since... since everything happened... who hasn't tried to fix me. She just accepts that I'm broken and seems to like me anyway.

That's everything.