Love and anxiety.

Falling in love with someone ridden with anxiety isn't as tough. It feels the same. You two feel the same things any two people in love do. People with anxiety aren't incapable of being in a fulfilling relationship, they just need a push. They overthink and they often feel weak, but they also never leave. They never let you go down alone. People with anxiety know what it is to be in a position of vulenrabilty and misery. They know the breaking down that follows dishonesty. They never leave things midway and unexplained. 

So when someone with anxiety is falling in love don't doubt them.  When you're falling in love with an anxious person, learn to love them even more. Make them comfortable with where they stand in life and in love. Everyone falls in love the same way. Never take it away from someone. 

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