When you put the textbook definition of anxiety to shame. I will love you. With your erratic breaths and quivering limbs. If you want me to, I will kiss your lips until you’re ok again.
When you begin to isolate and prove that the idealist TV shows and adverts are idiotic and unrealistic expectations of a fantasty world we dont live in, and prove over again that depression is no field of flowers to sit in. I will bring you a little light in bouquets of them, until the darkness is a little more tolerable.
When you have so much adrenaline in you that you have no clue what to do or why you’re excited, I will put on music and we can have the most amazing dance party.
Through the late night netflix marathons, the therapy sessions, the days you cant decide what to wear or chose not to change out of your pyjamas, the days you burn your breakfast and need take out for dinner, when you need a little medication to calm your mind and when you snore so loud I lose sleep.
When I say it, I mean it. Through everything.
I Will Love You © S.Haq | ‘Superhaq’ | 2021