No More Running

No More Running
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Life

I don't want to run away anymore. What was a reflexive survival skill for all the trials in my life is not going to work for the good things.

I have never felt so at ease because I know I'm being taken care of. It has never felt so good to grin in the morning because I know he's right there next to me. It has never been so much fun to make a fool of myself because I feel like I'm at home. It has never felt so natural to want to take care of someone because I know he deserves it. I have never done anything quite as simple as to see what he's made of -- what he means to other people constantly amazes me.

I don't know what he's thinking, and I have no idea where this is going, but ... I can't stop now.

After all, this could be what they say that's good, and

... what they claim I deserve.

I know that if I don't let go of myself now, I could end up regretting it because this could be different, this could be all I've been waiting for ... because behind all these walls I built, I know I can't stay scared and hide forever and pass up a chance at something good.

Running away might have been what kept me safe, but not anymore.

You know ...
... I wish I could stick around with him for a while.
I wonder what he'd think.