Rejena
He doesn’t want to tell me the truth, doesn’t want to tell me who he truly is, and I am not going to lie, that hurts. I understand that he is afraid, but I had hoped that I was worth risking it for. I wonder if I am the only one developing feelings, if I am such a sad romantic, so lost in the hopes that I would some day have the kind of love like those in romance books, that I am going in way over my head and making this into more than it is. Did I imagine the times he looked at me with interest? Did I imagine the deeper emotions? I feel like I am on a racetrack, racing at top speed, only to realize there are no breaks. I am terrified of how this is going to end and at the same time, I am pumped full of so much adrenaline that the idea of stopping is just as terrifying. I don’t wan
