Someone in anxiety falls in love the way you do. The only difference is that while they fall in love, their brain is also coming up with a million different reasons why they shouldn’t.
Someone in anxiety falls in love slowly, cautiously, because they are always thinking- this can’t possible last, this can’t possibly be real, this is too good to be true, something is gonna ruin this at some point.
Someone with anxiety falls in love while feeling a strange mixture of dread and hope. 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 sleeps peacefully in someone else’s hands but that it could end up being shattered at any time.
But someone with anxiety also falls in love whole-heartedly.
They fall in love fiercely and absolutely and with 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– quite car rides, deep looks, across the room looks in a boring party. They fall in love during reassuring conversations. They fall in love from hand- holding that puts them more at ease during turbulent flight. They fall in love during Saturday naps 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 that it doesn’t have to take much to bring them back from a panic attack or a dark night 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