“You’re confusing the hell out of me, and I want to walk with you through this, honey. But I don’t know where you’re going.” “I want you to hold me so badly,” I admit. I want you to swallow me whole. Fear pinpricks me, and I hate that I’m unwilling to drown in his comfort right now and yet I hate that I want to be completely and wholly consumed by him. “But I feel like I have to stand on my own first.”
