Could You Love Me?

            Chapter Two in The Fade

            I genuinely have no idea what to say. I feel this one speaks on its own. I have nothing else to say. Let the words I've written speak for me. 

            Take what you've read and make it into whatever meaning you wish it to be. 

            I still feel odd. Writing like this instead of saying "she." I write as myself without her being the face of it. It feels personal. Maybe too personal for me... 

            I said that I fear love. I do not fear the love I give to my family and to my friends. No... The love I fear is the love of a partner. The love between two souls that fall in love. Is it silly? Ridiculous? Absurd? Maybe... I miss that kind of love. The love I once had, but I do not miss him. I miss loving someone that way, but I do not miss him. 

            

            The one I once held dear to my heart... In a lot of ways made me fearful of loving someone again. Allowing someone close. He would always say that I was broken. He would always put me down any chance he could get. To him, nothing I did was ever good enough. 

            So with this story...Could you love me? 

            Will you love the broken pieces of me as I love the broken parts of you? Will you mend them back together as I stitch yours closed? Our lives are not perfect. We are sometimes broken and fragile things, but take my hand. Together... Lets make something grand.