some-lostgirl:

Her head was rest against my chest, I could feel my heart beats pulsing through her ear, “Tom?” She questioned.
“Yeah?”
“Just checking you’re still here.” She said, insecurely, continuing to nuzzle into my neck.

Millions of times, every day - she’d check that I was still with her. A touch of hands, rub of shoulders, simple conversations. Just to make sure that I wasn’t gone like everyone else. Her insecurities drove her crazy. In her mind - if she couldn’t touch someone, hear someone or see someone - they’d left her. I should’ve been angry or upset that she was so insecure about me leaving, but the only reason she was like that was because everyone else in her life had left her. And I couldn’t bring them back for her, I just had to be there for her like no one else ever had been.