(Not clear when I wrote this. More than likely late 2010 or early 2011.)
Maybe it's because I'm still afraid of letting you in. Maybe I think that if you see the dark, you'll realize you've made a mistake. Maybe I'm just scared that you'll turn and run. I'm scared that you'll leave me in your wake, drowning in deep blue sorrows.
It wasn't always like this. I had crazy dreams once. I thought that fairy tales could happen. But then I met a boy and I told him all of my heart's desires. We built a world just for us to live in. I felt at home with him.
One day, I opened my mouth, uttered three deathly honest words, "I love you." He held his breath... I haven't heard from him since.
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