Anxiety

I was nervous the first day I met you.
I know right? The girl with anxiety disorders being nervous? What a shocker!
But you thought it was cute, for some odd reason.
When I fiddled with my hands you just looked at me and smiled.
Then I would get angry because I thought you were making fun of me.
Yeah, not a great start to a relationship.
But then a couple months past and I only got worse.
You used to tell me these little stories that for some reason always cheered me up.
Now I can see that these scenes won't ever happen...
But besides the point.
I love you.
I know we aren't together, so when I get up the nerve to share this with you, you're probably going to think I'm insane.
But you showed me that love isn't about looks, age, skin color, religion, or disorders...
You showed me I was more than my medical diagnoses.
Anxiety is a pretty terrible thing.
And the worst part is not many people know how it feels, or even how to deal with it.
But you, you came into this not knowing a thing about what it's like to help someone with this.
You turned me into more than my diagnoses. 
You showed me that just because I have that on my medical record, it doesn't mean I am my disease. 
Thank you.