I’ve always dreamed in gold dust, though real life is more like newspaper reels, black and white and with headlines screaming about pain. Waking up was hard. I felt too heavy, without wings. That is, until I started waking up with him.

I didn’t mean to fall in love again, but it wasn’t really a choice. As soon as I saw him for the first time, with hooded eyes so dark and clear, my heart was lost. If I’d thought that would happen, maybe I would have built up the ivory tower I’ve been in or hardened myself with frost, but I didn’t know. So he got in. Somehow. Because he was the one destined to get in. The only one who could.

But now, I’m afraid. He’s the only one who could have gotten through my dreamscapes and my cleverly hidden traps. The only one who could have brought the ocean to my eyes after months without tears. The only one to bring me to my knees, the only one I’ll kneel to. And he’s the only one who can break me.

I’m terrified of that breaking, if I’m being quite honest. I run over the scenarios in my head, the ways he could hurt me if he wanted to. I basically gave him the knife and splayed my arms and legs, saying, “Cut here to make me suffer and here to make it quick.” He could ruin me with his magnificent mouth, and the words I imagine him saying when I’m all alone: “I don’t love you. I never did. There’s someone else.” I torture myself with thoughts of it. And yet when I’m with him, all I see are doves and roses. It’s only when we’re apart that the demon inside me howls for fear and pain.

So am I brave or a coward? I don’t know anymore. But I can’t say goodbye. I never could.

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