I have become quite comfortable in my own space. So confined, so isolated. I find myself on a road, alone, and I cannot imagine giving it up. I cannot see myself joined to another, not for anyone.
But then I will catch the edge of a smile, a falling lock of hair, a set of shoulders, and I know I will succumb to it. When I must, I will give in and give up my independence. But I wonder who it will be, what kind of person, who will hold that much power over me.
And that scares me—this person terrifies me.
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