I’m not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...
I have you with me, and I’m terrified you’ll disappear.
He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.
The moment-when I could no longer face myself in the mirror-wasn’t easily explained; nor was the oppressive misery I experienced once I finally became the person I was meant to be but then realized with terrific horror how much I still hated her.
I had been in love before, but never found it necessary.