Saturday, December 22, 2012


He knows that something’s up. The way I’ve been avoiding eye contact, the way that I hold my hands close to me. I know that he wants me to let him in, that he wants me to tell him about my past… but I can’t. I can’t tell him about what happened that night in the cabin. I don’t know that I’ll ever tell him.

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