I can’t have him closer. He muddles my mind and makes me think there might be hope in the world, there might not be just a universe of people who want to destroy my heart.
I might have found a man who wants to mend it.
Or even more terrifying and consuming, I’ve found the man who’s okay with the shattered pieces, who likes watching the light reflect off them. A man who is happy to take me as I am—broken and unfinished—so long as I’m his.
It’s companionship. It’s finding someone who wants you to be your happiest and doing whatever it takes to get you that not because it benefits them, but because they like you and care for you enough to want you to have it.
I cut people off before they can hurt me because if I’m the one doing the cutting, it doesn’t hurt as bad.
Is summer over? Because I’m ready to fall for you.