I shouldn’t lie to you. Not you. You, of all people… you showed me I could care again. That I didn’t have to be the mask. That I didn’t have to rot in silence just because the world told me I deserved it. But I’m scared. I’m scared that who I’ve become—this thing I’m turning into—can’t love. Can’t be real. Not without breaking something.
I’ve worn too many faces. Spoke too many half-truths. I said I wanted peace, but now all I know how to do is sharpen knives and pretend it’s strategy. I told you I could protect you, but every time I try… someone else bleeds.
And now?
Now I’m losing myself in all the lies I swore were for survival.
And I’m terrified I’m going to lose you too.