Luke finally confessed to me today.
I ran.
I ran because I didn't want to face him.
I ran until I was in the safety of my room where I broke down.
I hate how you still continue to haunt me. How your actions still influence mine.
I want to let go of you. Of the memories of us.
I need to. I know I'm getting better, I no longer crave your presence like I used to but I'm afraid.
Afraid that I'll be hurt again.