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I’m always the one who is telling people to take a risk. To push on. To follow your heart. So on and so on. but when I come face to face with something, I stand there frozen, scared to death, slowly backing away from it. I’ve grown so use to protecting my heart lately, to keeping emotions and attachment on a low level with everyone. I’ve been loving, yet not letting myself be loved. I’m nervous. What if it turns out to hurt ten times more? Because I care so much, I’m so terrified that I’m going to end up crying my eyes out.
But…I want it. I want it so bad. I want to be attached. I want to be loved. I want to be treated how I believe everyone else should be treated. And I trust him, more than anything. The only problem is, I don’t completely trust myself, and that is a scary feeling. But the thing is, I love him. I believe it’s worth the risk. The thing I’d tell someone else is, “You’ll never know if you don’t try. Be brave.” I know what I want. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. Course, that’s the point of taking a risk. Guess I gotta take my own advice and be brave. Here goes everything..
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