You feel like something is always missing, always questioning. Doubt never leaves you; jealousy becomes a familiar companion, and grieving in solitude feels like your closest ally. Trust issues linger everywhere. Sometimes, I wonder what it must be like to love without a trace of doubt. To have someone who can calm the storms in your mind—that's an extraordinary rarity. I wish every overthinker could find someone who would choose their thunderstorms over someone else’s sunshine.