Someone with anxiety falls in love the way you do. The only difference is that while they’re falling in love, their brain is also coming up with a million different reasons why they shouldn’t.
Someone with anxiety falls in love slowly, cautiously, because they are always thinking this can’t possibly last, this can’t possibly be real, this is too good to be true, something’s going to ruin this at some point. Someone with anxiety falls in love while feeling a strange mixture of hope and dread. Hope that they’ve finally found someone they can talk to, someone they can depend on, someone they can trust. And dread that they will not be good enough, that they don’t deserve this, that their heart now sleeps peacefully in someone else’s hands but that it could end up being shattered at any moment.
But someone with anxiety also falls in love whole-heartedly.
They fall in love fiercely and absolutely and with the commitment to something that is finally light and exciting and real. They feel scared but certain, out of control but also lighthearted.
Someone with anxiety appreciates the big stuff but falls in love during the little moments quiet car rides, deep sleeps, across the room looks in the middle of a boring party. They fall in love during reassuring conversations. They fall in love from hand-holding that puts them more at ease on a turbulent flight. They fall in love during a Saturday nap and a breakfast date that is just a bagel on a bench and a weekend spent with a family that starts to feel a little bit like their own.
They fall in love during the little things because the little things make them feel normal. The little things with someone special remind them that it doesn’t have to take much to bring them back from a dark night or a panic attack or a work meltdown.
Someone with anxiety falls in love the way you do they fall in love intensely and vulnerably and wholly. The only difference for them is getting to a place where they believe that they truly deserve it.