Confession of a Fearful Heart. I must confess; trepidation has taken hold of me. Not because of you, but for the echoes of my own past. It’s my burden to bear. The thought of revisiting old wounds, of feeling the sting of yesteryear’s scars, leaves me trembling. I’ve weathered storms in silence, endured more than my voice dares to unveil.
I’m not casting you in the shadows of those who came before; no, that would
be unjust. Yet, here I am, standing at the precipice of something that feels so
right, it terrifies me. The fear of yearning for the unattainable, of binding
my soul to a fleeting presence, haunts me. My words may seem tangled, a chaotic
spill from a restless mind. Ever since you stepped into my world, my thoughts
and emotions have been locked in a relentless duel—doubt against desire, reason
against romance.
These unfamiliar sensations, they surge through me, unbidden, unstoppable. And the truth? I don’t wish to quell them. I stand before you, hoping for patience, for understanding, for a hand to hold as I navigate this labyrinth of emotions.
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