He is the ghost in my mind. The monster in my closet, so-to-speak, because I never would have described him as a monster, except for the fact that he’s just lurking on the edges of my consciousness.
A word to the wise, or maybe just a word to myself: love is good and it probably shouldn’t be tucked away permanently, but being open to love means being vulnerable and open to hurt. So watch who you love and how you love. Remember how easy it can be to give parts of yourself away but how hard it can be to get them back.
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