She was afraid at first, for there was an all too familiar feeling; dread.
Yes, dread was it. She didn’t know what was happening but he was getting into her head and her heart and there was no denying or stopping it.
She tried to block him out at first.
Once, while holding her, he told her that at the start he was trying to push her away, intentionally. She wanted to laugh and say, ‘well that makes the two of us.’
He wasn’t the only one hiding secrets. War scars is what she called them. We all have them. For all of life is a certain type of war, is it not?
Some of us show our scars, while some of us try to conceal them and we get so good at hiding them that we even fool ourselves and doubt their existence.
Around him, she could not hide them anymore and it took every single particle of her being to stop herself from loving him. She was attracted to him like nail filings to a magnet and there came a point when she stopped fighting the feeling.
Around him, she could be herself. Around him, everything became easier.
She could just tell him her deepest, darkest secrets and not be afraid that he would tell anyone. Not be afraid that he would betray her, or so she hoped.
Hope; it keeps us going does it not?