I went back to Virginia a couple of weeks ago ... It was beautiful, and terrible all at once. There's no easy way to dive back into a painful past. Memories and feelings will resurface. And, in my case, you might be forced to deal with some things you've been avoiding for almost a year. And when Brayden and I finally got a chance to talk face-to-face, we finally realized exactly where we were.
That's the fear. It's not that I'll die alone, or I won't find someone who makes me happy ... it's wondering if I'll ever find someone who knows me that well ever again. Someone who loves me for all of my little annoying quirks, and knows how to deal with them. Someone who makes long road trips fun. Someone who knows my darkest side, but can still bring out the best in me. I just want someone to know me again, even better than I know myself. And I'm scared every day that no one is ever going to want to. And even more scared that one day someone will, and I won't trust them enough to let them in.
As always, the music says it better than I ever could
