❝I think she was afraid to fall in love, you know? I think it frightened her.❞
❝Because she was the type to like things that were concrete, something solid and stable, like the ocean. Something you could look at and know, for sure, what it was and I think that's why she struggled with love.❞
He sat back in his seat, taking in a deep breath and figured out the next words he was going to say, ❝She couldn't touch it. She couldn't feel it. She couldn't hold onto it and make sure that it would never changed or never leave.❞
❝She didn't exactly know what love was and how to handle it. She was very inexperienced and didn't trust it. That's why she was so afraid of it.❞ A small grin began to spread across his face as he thought about everything he spoke.
❝She was truly troubled. She didn't exactly have a clear focus of what she wanted to do after she was done with another.❞
❝But she was delightfully chaotic; a beautiful disaster and loving her was going to be a splendid adventure but it was going to be an adventure I was willing to take.❞
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