I can survive being beaten. I can deal with the death of my mother and my father. I can power on, charge through life, and not let any of the bad shit bring me down. But someone tells me they love me, and I come undone at the seams. I don’t want him to see me like this. I don’t want him to know that he’s my undoing. Where did it happen? I can’t put my finger on when exactly I fell in love with him, but it’s there, burning in my chest. It’s terrifying.
