“I have this messy little something with this complicated guy, and I enjoyed it for a while because it felt nice to be noticed again after so long. But I’ve recently realised that there’s only one reason behind his charm and his playful teasing and even his kindness, and it’s now become something that I want to climb out of rather than something I should be falling deeper into. It’s because he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know where I grew up or how old I was when I lost my front tooth in a bad bike accident. He doesn’t know any of that silly stuff because we don’t talk about it, and we don’t talk about it because he’s not interested in my mind. I know what he wants. But I’m not willing to just give all that away to somebody who doesn’t really know the real me, and I don’t think anybody should. You should hold out for something great with somebody wonderful who wants to know every little thing about and still likes you when they find out, even the ugly things that you can’t get rid of. Especially those parts. The bruises. The scars. Because for me, they were made by people who hurt me once before, and I can’t let that happen again.”
Written by porcelain—bones
