I was ugly, lonely, and always looked depressed. My solace was visiting the park on the east side to watch the ducks play in the pond. On Sunday afternoon, I chilled under my favorite tree and watched the ducks and other birds in the pond. Danny, whom I hadn’t seen since college, sat next to me. He had that same smile and sparkling eyes. We were never close, but he was always nice to me. We started talking about our lives, trials, and a few triumphs along our journey. I felt better – like someone appreciated my presence in the world.
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I can actually relate since I have mental issues. I really feel better when I talk to my sister. While with other no matter how much I talk I don't feel better or comfortable but she is my comfort zone.
Having a love interest as a comfort zone could be more enchanting