subject line: i am not his home.

 

lynchburg, virginia

I am afraid that he will come back and I will not say no.

I’m afraid that this new girl he has wrapped his heart and lungs and soul into will break under his weight. Like I did.

And I am afraid that he will come back to me and I will carry the burden of his identity once again until I am nothing more than the rubble he stands on.

You cannot make homes out of people. Someone should have taught him that by now.