I've found it's easy to share my body but not my soul. I need no one, yet I crave her.
Self-assured and independent, she doesn't need me, but she wants me, and undeniably I want her too. At war with myself as I battle the secrets of my past, I don't know if I can allow her to see the darkest parts of me, the parts I've left untouched-undone.
As she chips away at the walls I've built for years, I fear those secrets will hold me hostage from love forever.
