Is it even possible to live a normal life?
Being with Josh is hard. His past continues to haunt him, leading to terrible nightmares and bouts of self-harm. If there’s one thing I am though, it’s patient, and I reckon he’s worth being patient with. Except I might be the one to ruin everything, after all, in an act of carelessness.
It’s hard being with someone without intimacy. Everyone else’s happy and shacked up and intimate, but not us. It won’t ever be us, not like that. Can I live with that? Sometimes I wonder if I can live at all, but I’m trying my best. I want to—it’s just hard sometimes. A lot of times. But being with him helps. Until his demons come back to haunt us, that is.