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Casey
His insecurities held him back. I could see it in his eyes, and while I normally wouldn’t have that and push until I got what I wanted, I needed to give him time and space to realize we were good together.
Opening up and spilling like he had probably would have gone a long way in creating a bridge to span the gap that had sprung between us, but I would find a way to get around having to show weakness.
I always did.
The fact I wasn’t good enough, wasn’t what he thought he wanted, devastated me, but I’d sunk my teeth in like a pit bull and wasn’t about to let go. I just needed the chance to show him that we were good together. His softness to my hardness. My giving nature for his hurting and the neediness of the good kind he seemed to portray. Giving him the adoration and affec
