I know he loves me. He takes care of me. He is patient with me. He makes me feel safe and secure. He respects me. He makes me feel loved… not the edge-of-roller-coaster love.. but simple, genuine, I-get-you, I-love-you-the-way-you-are kind of love…
And I like it. I enjoy it. I like him. I find him reliable. I appreciate his patience. I see all the small considerate attempts he makes every hour of every day to make me happy…
But… but even the idea of falling in love with him… the idea of ever falling in love, makes me tremble…
And thats's what I meant when I was talking about PTSD