"You love him, right? Then, why do you keep denying it?" she asked.
"Because I'm scared."
She questioned further, clearly intrigued, "Scared of what?"
"I'm scared that one morning he will look at me and realize he never truly loved me and that I let him in for no fucking reason."
"But you love him; at one point in a relationship you have to let him in," she said, not quite catching on yet.
"I am not destined for love, so therefore just love itself isn't a good enough reason."
She carefully asked, "He isn't the reason why you're scared to let people in, is he?"
"No, he isn't," she replied.
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Short Storyrandom personal, little things i've written. don't really belong in poems or diary. Some are purely my own stories, with and without real influences, or just things I created from writing prompts I was given/found.
