All that soft against all my hard. I wanted to bury myself in it. Get lost in it. And I knew I was treading a thin line. That I was teetering. Getting ready to fall off the side. But I couldn’t go on without her knowing what I saw when I looked at her. How I felt. That was the confession that threatened to erupt, and terror locked up my throat. It was an admission I couldn’t give. Not until I was sure I could promise her everything.
