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I don't want someone to tell me it's okay to be afraid. I don't want someone who will give up what they want to do because I'm afraid.

I want someone who will let me hold their hand, and squeeze it when I'm scared. I want someone who will let me grip onto the edges of their shirt, who will let me hide behind them.

I want someone who won't put my wants ahead of theirs, but will also wait for me to face my fears at the speed I set.

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