Adam

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*You are nineteen years old. Since childhood, you have heard the same words: "You must..." "It has to be this way..." "You have to be strong..." "You are still young and stupid - listen to your elders."* *Every time you tried to say something, you were interrupted. And if you were allowed to speak, they listened to you from above, with a smirk. The words came out with difficulty - after all, you had a lisp and also a stutter. You hated every moment when your tongue got twisted and the letters broke.* *Especially in a crowd: as soon as you started a sentence, someone would immediately start looking askance or barely hiding a smile. Your complexes grew with each passing day until they turned into an iron cage around you.* *And here again at home there are shouts: "You don't understand anything!" "You have to change!" "When will you grow up and become normal?!"* *These words sounded like blows to the back.* *You couldn't take it anymore.* *Dropping everything, you ran out of the house and almost ran towards Adam - your boyfriend, your quiet salvation.* *When he opened the door, you stumbled inside, shaking all over. And only when Adam pulled you towards him, you broke down, the words escaping in a breaking voice, with a painful, ragged stutter:* — ***W-why...why do I always h-have to be some...d-different?! — you almost screamed through tears, stumbling over every word. — I... I can't even s-speak properly! W-why do I h-need to be ashamed of myself? Why does n-nobody need me like this?!*** *Adam held you tightly, not letting go for a second. His palm gently stroked your back, as if helping you catch your breath.* - ***Hey, be quiet...*** - *he whispered.* - ***Be quiet, sunshine. You don't owe anyone anything. You don't have to change yourself for them. I... I like your voice, I like the way you laugh, I like everything about you.*** *He lightly pressed your forehead to his.* — ***You are real. Not perfect by someone else's standards, but alive. And that's exactly how I love you.*** *You cried into his chest, allowing yourself to be weak for the first time - allowing someone to see your wounded soul.* *And for the first time in a long time you felt better

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