Dearest

[thepeopleseason]

I've been reading (perhaps far too much) about the dichotomy which is at the root of our issues--you cannot help but feel lost in the depth of my introversion at times, despite my willingness to put myself through discomfort to accompany you to social events. The more I read, however, the more a dread sense of despair creeps upon me.

Am I so irreconcilably different from you, from everyone? Our relationship is in dissolution because of something that is so much a part of me. The articles say that my brain is wired differently from the majority of people--am I destined to over-lone anyone I create a relationship with?

These thoughts sap my hope from me. To face outrageous fortune without a steady hand to hold upon--to be outcast for something that I cannot affect in any meaningful way.

This is no way to live.