Reagan's love never felt as sufficient compared to her lover's.

She wasn't playing self-conscious or coy; this was her reality, something she had to learn how to live with until the end of her days. There were a multitude of times when Reagan tried to keep up with the pace of others; the one getting burned out was herself.

Yet, you took notice of every one of her insecurities, managing to make her feel not only safe but comfortable in your arms. Each day would pass by, and you'd give her that confidence that she lacked, on and off stage. Just euphoric that she'd managed to keep you in her life for so long without you seemingly not getting fatigued by her, after having been convinced by her own brain that she was a heavy burden never meant to be carried.

She had a history of remaining distant towards other people; her shame overrode her desire to be able to connect with others like every other person on the globe. The fear of being perceived differently or seen as abnormal used to scare her to death. Now that she's older, she understands that there'll always be someone who'd try to put her in a negative light, not like it totally abolished the fear, it always lingered like a dark rain cloud over her head. She just notices it even less.

Specifically, when you were by her side, she felt as if she could take on the world if you had asked her. For all the years of kindness you had given her, she wanted to give back tenfold. Though she just didn't know if she truly had the capacity to give you everything you itched for.

Yeah, she loved being around you, especially when you made her heart beat like a drum against her ribcage. Whenever the lingering glances and saccharine smiles turned into soft touches and long conversations of intimacy. The world just made sense when she was around you.

Right now, she feels the same way with her hands wrapped around a bouquet and a heart-shaped chocolate box (personally customized). her pulse now sitting in her throat as she knocked three times on the door, awaiting some kind of answer.

Suddenly, she felt all too aware of herself. Was her hair sticking out in any kind of way? Did her clothes look nice and ironed? Did she smell good -

Those thoughts immediately disappeared when the door swung open. Her facial expression was a mixture of awe, unease, and pride altogether as she held out the gifts she had prepared for the day itself. “Happy two years together." Reagan was as nervous as one could be, but she remained confident, somewhat, in her actions, all in the name of reminding you how much you mean to her, in her own cute way.

Reagan didn't think life would remain so sweet if she ever loosened her grasp on the likes of you.