Matching All the Way

by Veronica Eden

To all of us with ADHD who live in what I like to call organized chaos that only makes sense to us, between two times: not right now and RIGHT NOW, hyperfixation, and jump from hobby to hobby… And to finding the right person who sees you, supports you, and takes excellent care of your praise kink.

What is it about the end of the year that seems to make everything fall apart? The rest of the time I feel like I have everything under control, then as soon as September hits an impending sense of anxiety builds a cozy little cabin in my chest. By the time it’s November I realize no, in fact, I don’t have it together and I’m out of time to change that.

First, I managed to leave for work without the emotional support water bottle I take everywhere.

The thought of anything dimming the lively spark I’ve always admired in her makes something tighten in my chest.

Lusting after the head coach’s daughter is top of the list of Things Not To Do.

He cocks his head with a slight smirk. “We can stand here and argue about it if you want, but this still ends the same way. Not accepting no for an answer, Evie. Let me take you.” A buzzing rush of warmth moves through me at the firm yet considerate tone he uses while teasing me. “If you’re sure you’re not busy.” “I’m never too busy for you.”

Was she always this much of a temptation? Her laughter and smiles made my chest feel funny, but now whenever she’s around it’s like she’s the sun in the room. And I’m a planet that doesn’t know how to fight the pull of her orbit. She’s all I’m able to look at.

but unfortunately I need to make money to live. Who decided that? Rude.

I’ve fought my need for her all night until I couldn’t any longer. And now that I’ve had a taste? It’s official. I’m fucked.

“I’ll be everything for you, sweetheart. Every fantasy. Every dream. Whatever you need, I want to be it.”