To you,
I can share it with you eventually. I don't really want you to know what made me, and it'd be easier to run from that one, as I'd rather just be seen as some aloof individual that is indifferent to others and go and hide from it all (I am aloof, but my personality isn't to those I love; it's very close there). Which I did and it made me lose you. Sharing some of that pain is the hardest of things when it comes to my personal feelings, but you deserve to know it in the least as it affected you. My dreams, hopes and wishes will bring it along with me, as it's needed to be known there. I need time there all the same to do such. Chance just rolls those dice on an individual, so he carries them unseen until people see the scars, notice the behavior and he gets too close, so he runs. I think I would have been a nice person without such (following my mother), even if I'm still a good person. I hate that I mistrust and look for betrayal and feel it over things that never exist, but I recognize that now, which is how you heal.
Forever,
D