There is sincerity in my words, not reproach.
"And it wasn't easy."
I pause for a while.
"But I succeeded."
I leave the fork on the plate for a moment.
"I learned to be happy alone."
The light from the dining room falls softly on the table, on the food. About us.
"That's why this scares me."
My fingers go around the fork again.
"Because I have feelings for you again... it also means running the risk of losing myself again."
I stare at him.
"And I don't know if I could survive that again."
Something inside me needed to say it, I've already learned it, I've already learned my lesson... not to silence anything, never again. If I liked something, I must say it, if I don't like it, I also say it... if something makes me angry, if it hurts me, if it scares me... And this is one of th
