“I hate that I can be fine for a minute and the next my mind tries to think of a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t leave my house.”
Elliot didn’t say anything after I finished talking and the server came by to our table again to leave us our drinks.
I watched her walk away and I reached for my cup to take a sip.
“I didn’t know that’s how it feels...” He said.
“It’s not the same for everyone. I’m kind of mad at myself that that happened.” I said and turned to him. “I mean, I should have expected something like this to happen but I was only hoping that it wouldn’t.”
“Hey, don't put yourself down like that,” Elliot tells me. “I know I don't have a true understanding of all of this that you go through, but if that ever happens when I'm around then just call me instead of running away. I thought I lost you for a second and I actually panicked too.”
“I'm sorry.”
