Wintery nights, somewhere far away.

Every once in a while, you see that the world is very, very big. You, on the other hand, are very very small.

And then there are some nights, where that's all you feel. More than anything else. You feel alone, and you feel scared and when that happens, even though you can't say it out loud and might never figure out how to, you're hoping with the entirety of the small, insignificance that you are, that the person falling asleep next to you might just possibly hold you, and make you feel safe or less alone.
That this person might be all you need to forget, for a little bit. Because being curled up here, in this warmth and safety and comfort is all you need for a while.

But then those are far, far too many expectations to have, and way too much dependency than one could possibly be comfortable with admitting to.
Every once in a while you see that the world is very, very big.
And you, are very very small.


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