“Because admitting it out loud means I’m attached, and if I’m attached…it means there’s a chance someone will leave, someone will walk away, someone will die, and once they do…it’ll hurt.” I grind the back of my teeth, feeling the stabbing ache in my chest again. I push through pain because there’s no going back. I’ve bared myself to her, let her see the fear, and I can’t take it back. Even if I could, I don’t want to, not with her.
