‘I was four! alright, my grandpa died, it was probably my fault. my parents got a divorce that year too. I grew up with my mom telling me men were scum and my dad dating random girls. My brother was always there for me.. but he walked out when I was a freshman. My mom never accepted me, I never saw my dad, I never held a steady friendship or relationship. Everyone always found ways to walk out. I don’t have some huge sob story about being beat or neglected. I just pushed everyone away so no one could love me or hurt me. I’m afraid. is that what you wanted?! I’m terrified of you. I love you. I trust you. And you KNOW that.. I want to walk away from you so bad. I want to never talk to you again. I want to leave you and never look back.. it’s useless though. I can’t. I just.. I love you. I love you with everything I am. And that’s all I think about, that’s all I am at the moment.’
He never loosened his grip. He just kissed me. ‘I love you too’ And then he walked away.