I blame him for what happened to me;
for what I've become. This was all his fault
I turned into the person I am today from the disaster that struck once our ship sank.
Trust is earned much more difficulty than it was before. I'm not as soft, and to some that may be a good thing. But my softness was not a flaw.
I was kind and my kindness surely failed me.
I have become calloused from the abrasions of the bitterness that is so easily spread.
My sudden inability to look a person directly in the eye. I'm afraid to be captured again, to look deeply into someone's soul and feel the freedom of falling so profoundly and greatly again.
Gabsviolet // g.vio.g
