I have this story I’ve been wanting to tell you. But not so much tell you as opposed to more wanting to show you. But I’m terrified. I don’t know if it’s that I’m scared of trusting someone again, or if it’s that I’m scared of how much I trust you already. See, I’m afraid, because showing you means opening up. It means slicing into my chest, pulling apart the rib cage that protects my vulnerability, and showing you my soul, trusting you with my heart. And once I do that, I’m not sure how to come back from it. I’m not sure how to untell those stories, or unshow you these scars. I’m not sure how to unlove you.