“When I opened my eyes and saw you, I knew I was safe,” she told me with a smile. Was she? I felt like a coward. Caught up in a past trauma.

Both of us struggled with knowing how to love ourselves when no one else wanted to. At least no one we longed for.

I needed to become new. To become a witness to self. The me that was alive within and becoming increasingly impatient to be known.

He looked up to his mother in pure adoration. As if looking at the face of God. I knew that look because that is how I once saw my mother.

Who hurt me? I hurt myself. I have failed to find love because I’ve never allowed it in. Never let anyone get too close.

It has almost been a week since I’ve seen Leo. I’ve kept my promise and have not called. Neither has he. My heart slightly touches upon...