You scare me. I guess it’s a good scare. A warm, happy fluffy scare that I should be excited about.
I hate it.
I love it.
Ever since he tried to kill me, I haven’t trusted anyone. He was the last person I ever wholly trusted. Ever. Not even my ex-husbands. Yes, I’ve made mistakes; I’ve run away mentally and physically and I’ve over-compensated. I’d like to think it was just my stupidity and their asshole behavior. It wasn’t. It’s a lack of trust in anyone. In any man. In love.
I can’t trust anyone.
I haven’t been able to fall asleep around any man since him, the man who tried to kill me.
I should be dead but then the phone rang…
He was the last person I trusted enough to fall asleep around. To be completely exposed and vulnerable around. Until you.
I barely know you but I feel like I know you in a deeper way than I thought possible.
And then I fell asleep and you could’ve done what he did. You could’ve taken what little piece of humanity I have left. But you tucked me in and let me sleep.
And for the first time in a long time, I actually slept.