“Falling. I’m—I fear it.” A smile curved his devilish lips. “I’ve never taken you for the clumsy type, Wadsworth.” “Don’t be daft.” I nestled closer to him. “You know what I mean.” “It would be nice to hear, though. For the sake of proving myself correct, of course.” I sighed, but relented. “It’s… I find it’s much easier to be brave when it comes to trusting my mind. I know what I’m capable of. What I can improve upon. Learning and making mistakes doesn’t terrify me—it… I’m not sure. It fuels me, I suppose. But love? Letting go and falling completely petrifies me. When I’m vulnerable I feel as
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