Open to M/F/NB.Â
âIâm struggling to see whatâs hard to comprehendââ I told you I loved you,â he began, his face a picture of bitterness and his voice laced thick with venom, âââ and you ran away. Quite literally out of my house.â He hissed, âWhat? And now you show back up, just thinking you can walk back into my life like nothing happened? No. You donât get to just come around for the good shit. To run away when my PTSD gets bad or when I'm âharder to handle.ââ














