I don’t even know where to start. I keep looking at you. In my mind. In my heart. Everywhere. Everything gets tangled. Tangled. Tangled. I love you. But I am conflicted in my spirit. I see the love in you, raw and bright, tainted by fear. I see someone I would protect and the same someone who has carved scars into me. Left me exposed. Vulnerable. Feeling alone. Your hands. Hands I would trust with my life. The same hands that shattered my walls. My trust. My world. I feel the pull of you. The hunger. The ache when you’re gone. The sadness that lingers when you are not near. Everything I cannot resist. Everything that terrifies me. Love. Betrayal. Tangled. Knotted. I cannot untangle it. And still, I see myself fragile. Stubborn. Broken. Wanting. I’ve forgiven too much. Given too much. And yet, I keep coming back. Always. Always coming back. To you. The one who refuses to see the pain. The one who dismisses my feelings. The one who cannot see my perspective. What is your goal? Your ...