To Dylan

nineteen

From Dylan:

i think i may have depression

To Dylan:

what makes you think that?

From Dylan:

i took a test thing and scored very high on the rumination subscale

To Dylan:

tests aren’t always accurate though

From Dylan:

that’s why i want to ask my mom to take me to the doctor and see. but if i do then i’ll have to see a counselor and i don’t want to tell a stranger about my problems even if they’re there to help.

From Dylan:

it’s hard enough to talk with you and we’ve already established that i may love love you.

To Dylan:

you don’t have to feel obligated to tell me

From Dylan:

i don’t!!! i WANT to tell you i’m just saying that it’s hard to talk about. it’s like, sometimes i just need to be alone, even if that’s my greatest fear

To Dylan:

i didn’t know that you were afraid of being alone

From Dylan:

have been since that time in fourth grade when i got lost in the mall and couldn’t find my dad for an hour and a half. i just don’t like to talk about it

To Dylan:

i didn’t know that… i wouldn’t have laughed at you or anything if that’s what you were afraid of

From Dylan:

was more afraid that you’d think i was clingy, but it turns out that you’re the clingier one

To Dylan:

you’re lucky i love you :b

From Dylan:

i know

To Dylan:

and i’m just as lucky that you love me.

From Dylan:

sure