"To share it all with you at the end of it all"

I think I was always so obsessed with this idea of going through it all, together and at the end of the day, getting to share it all with the one I love most but to think of it really, what is there for me to share with him, that actually benefits him?

Why in the world do I think that me achieving things and to finally get out of a mess I am in at a particular time, is something valuable enough for another person that I consider sharing that.. as if it benefits another in any way? 

Does that make me selfish, or just self-centered to think that such thing that feels like an achievement to me could actually mean anything to another? Does it even mean anything to another?

P.S. I forgot just how much being in this own space of mine makes me feel safe.

My safe space, this.