Adam
“It doesn’t have to be at the beginning…”
I took a steadying breath.
I felt safe with her. I felt whole. I felt loved. And deep down I knew I could be vulnerable without feeling weak with her. I could tell her everything I had been through and she wouldn’t break me down.
And I loved her for that. For being her. For being real and not fake.
Though, I was still gun shy about sharing too much too quickly. So, I agreed with myself to start with the small things. That way if her attitude shifted or changed I wouldn’t be completely crushed.
“It started out small,” I started, my voice gruff. I could feel the bile burning the back of my throat, my stomach knotting as I allowed myself to remember. “It was a slow process over the first year, isolating me slowly from the few friends and
