“Why are you so afraid of trusting me?”
I wanted to tell him that it was because his words were too kind and his eyes were too green. That his kisses were too sweet and his promises too unconditional. I wanted to tell him that it was because his love was too easy to fall into, and that if he left like the last one did I wouldn’t know what to do. I wanted to tell him that if I put my all into him, he could just as easily leave with every piece of me. That I had just finally got those pieces back. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to. But I couldn’t.
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #94