It’s been twenty years since I’ve loved someone. But I recognize the feeling. It’s like hearing a song for the first time after years and years but remembering every lyric the second it starts. It’s a heavy sort of comfort. But it also terrifies me. I unbuckle my seat belt. Cassandra was my obsession. My Butterfly to love at a distance. A pretty creature on the other side of the glass. I never wanted her to know me. Never wanted to take the chance of trying. Because her rejection… It would crush me. I’d known that much. Known that if she was afraid of me, it would smother the last bit of
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