I thought love could bring me the healing I needed, take away the fears that lurk in my mind, but instead it left me with more deeper scars. I want to leave, but I don’t know how to begin again. Starting over felt more terrifying than staying so I stayed with hopes it’ll get better. Then one day, there came a sudden push, one I can’t explain and I left, I took the step I’d been too scared to take. Now I’m lost, confused, stagnant, not living but surviving. Then our paths crossed, and everything began to change. The trauma still lingers, whispering it’s fears into every quiet moment, but for the first time in years it’s different, I dare to hope that healing is possible, I dare to believe in love again and that maybe love isn’t meant to break me but hold me together after all.