I can tell you want more than your willing to admit. I can see the broken pieces of what she did to you lying all over the floor. You don’t think you can ever love again. You don’t want to let yourself get to attached and so you limit yourself. But I can see it in you, the ability to love so deeply that it would blow my mind. You want so badly to let yourself love me, but the fear is so much stronger. It’s taken hold of you, tied you down. You use me because you don’t think you can love me. You say you don’t want to hurt me, but you refuse to stop because you’re sacred to loose what this may become, but your terrified to see it happen.