Something inside that wall rattled loose when I met Henry, at first a slow trickle, then a stream, now a tsunami. I don’t know if I can do it, get lost in the tidal wave of life. I could drown again. I could lose myself again. But it’s hard to be guarded with Henry. It’s hard to be closed off when he’s holding me as if he cares. Part of me wants to dive in, and part of me wants to stay safe on land.
