When I’m with him, I can feel myself getting better. It’s like he’s picking up broken pieces of me and putting me back together, and I don’t even know he’s doing it. We never talk about it. We don’t go to therapy. He just loves me and that’s enough.
I’m sorry if I have a hard time trusting you. Certain people made me this way and there are so many dents in my heart that I don’t remember what it feels like to be okay.
So if you ever hug me or tell me that you love me, don’t be surprised if I turn around and walk away.
Trust is a hard thing to gain from me and I’m sorry if some people spoiled love for me.