I wish I was worthy of love and praise, that I was someone worth spiritual connection with. Every time I read one of these vague love letters I end up wishing it was for me even though they’re obviously not and never will be. I miss Jason. I miss feeling human. I miss feeling safe. I will never be able to feel that way again without him because I’ve learned my lesson and I will never trust another human being besides him again. The risk isn’t worth it because his care has been the only reward I’ve gained from trusting people in my life. He’s the only one worth trusting without fear.