Emotionless, not capable of love?

Once, I was my own tower of strength.

Once, I held my own hand.

Once, I stared at the skies and wished to be taken back to wherever I came from, the place where I belonged.

Once, I stumbled through a world that does not want people like me, a world that sees the type of person who I am as disordered and in need of fixing.

One day, I stumbled upon another person.

Someone who made sense.

I discovered what it was for it to be fine to be who I was.

I discovered that when you had someone else's hand to hold, both hands were not tied up together, leaving one free to deal with the world.

I discovered how much more effective a tower of strength is when you aren't leaning on it while simultaneously trying to keep it upright.

For the first time in my life, I could understand why people sought out other people to help them recharge.

For the first time in my life, I saw something good in who I was- in ALL of who I was, not just the parts that the world admired.

I stared at the stars, and for the first time, I knew that I had something more beautiful here on earth.

I had found someone who thought that who I was was beautiful.

I had found someone who could laugh at my clumsiness and make me laugh, because his laughter was simply laughter, not a comment on my overall defectiveness.

I had found someone who could tell me that I was no good socially without suggesting that social skills were somehow necessary to be a real person. Someone who didn't tell me that constant, shallow interactions were a better way of life than the joy I found in music and in knowledge.

But this person could not see what he was. It puzzled me, because he shone so brightly that I woke up at night crying with the beauty of it.

He could not see his worth. Maybe if he knew that he is one of fewer than ten human beings who I've ever truly loved, he would know?

I somehow don't think he would. You see, the stars don't know how beautifully they shine, and the sun cannot imagine the earth without its illumination.