I've been out in the real world. Experiencing real life. Trialling a new reality. Secure in knowing that I can hermit my way back into my comfort zone. You've held my hand. You're still holding it and I know I am safe again. That you see me for me. And not what you expect me to become. It's new. It's strange. It's not perfect because that would scare me more. This is now and I am in this moment with you. And I'd rather be here, now, than anywhere else, without you.