“I watch you watch me. I want to belong. But every time you take that one step closer, something inside me tenses. Frightened, like a deer in the headlights. I watch you watch me watch you. Do you know the truth? I am terrified. I watch me lose you.
You could have been home to me.”
It strikes all too very close.
Except, much later, I see how it was the right thing that I did. I should have ran, like I eventually did. Its proven too often to be the correct way, for me to doubt it any longer. But I want to doubt it. But I cant. I cant, I cant, I cant.
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