“What—what are you doing?” “Just…making sure.” She doesn’t ask me what I’m making sure of, and I don’t know that I could answer if she did. There are so many warring thoughts and feelings, so many opposing instincts that are battling for dominance. I want to kiss her again. I want to hold her. I want to push her away and keep myself safe. I want to pull her close and keep her safe.
