Sep 10, 2018
Actually, I’m scared. I’m scared of seeing you again, of bumping into you somewhere random and public. I’m scared of looking at you looking at me. I’m scared of what you’ll see, that after all the progress I have made, after all the mornings I woke up not reaching out to your side of the bed, after all the ghosts of you I have managed to get rid of, I’m scared that you’ll see how much I still want you, that every inch of my skin is still craving for you. And you know what scares me the most? I’m terrified that if I see you, I might actually say it. And where will that put me? Nowhere.
And I know better than that
(Genefe Navilon)
