It feels like it’s been an eternity since then. Since we made these tentative motions, since I was this hesitant, since I let myself feel, since I let myself fall.
It feels like it’s been an eternity since then. Since I acknowledged that love is no less possible in the face of imperfection, since I began deconstructing my walls, brick by brick, since I let someone in.
There’s far more that I don’t know than what I do, but I do know this: I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of resisting the good. I’m tired of seeking safety. Of seeing the world go by without me. No more running for the hills. No more guilt over potential disaster. No more not falling in love.
It feels like it’s been an eternity since then, since I was fearless.