Actually Asten

There’s a moment — and it’s usually quiet, unexpected, and completely overwhelming — when it hits you: I’m someone’s person.

Not just liked. Not just tolerated. Not just “oh yeah, she’s sweet.”

But loved. Prioritised. Chosen.

That someone, for me, is Myron.

I still don’t quite know what I did to deserve that kind of love. I don’t always feel like I’m enough. I’ve got my chaos. My health is all over the place. My brain can be cruel. I doubt myself more often than I’d like to admit.

But then Myron will say something like:

“As long as I’ve got you, I’ll be fine.”

And it stops me in my tracks every time.

Because I’ve spent a lot of my life not feeling like anyone’s first choice.

I’ve been the side character. The background friend. The one people came to when they needed something, but didn’t stay for.

So when someone — when he — sees me and chooses me again and again… it’s honestly kind of scary.

It makes you look at yourself differently.

You start wondering if maybe, just maybe, you are worthy of all this softness and care.

You start healing, without even realising it.

Being the most important person in someone’s life isn’t all butterflies.

It comes with the fear of losing them. The fear of not being enough. The feeling that one wrong move and the whole thing could vanish.

But with Myron, I’m learning that love doesn’t vanish when you’re messy. Or tired. Or spiralling.

It stays. He stays.

It’s in the little things — the way he listens, the way he laughs at my ridiculous ideas, the way he says “I love you” like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

And maybe that’s what it’s like — being the most important person in someone’s life.

You don’t suddenly feel “fixed.” But you do feel safe. Seen. Wanted.

Like maybe you’re not so hard to love after all.