2 puffs, twice a day

She smiled at me and asked how my moods were.

"You never would guess it, you know." She gestured at me. "Seeing you here, as you are now."

Duplicity. Her words tapped into the heart of me. I looked away, feeling deeply sad but smiling anyway. "Yes. Well." That's part of the problem. "It wouldn't be possible without the medication." 

She smiled earnestly, encouragingly, at me. I told her about my social anxiety. I promised to find a way to take my inhalers regularly. We said good bye. I walked out of the room, wanting to say: "It's you." You're the reason I smile. You're the reason I feel safe. 

I wish the world had more of you.