The thought is scary as hell, why would I risk everything all over again. The answer is, I wouldn’t. But there are somethings that’s not in my power to control, fate & serendipity.So him, there’s a him. As much as I wanna avoid and get the fuck away from him. I’m finding myself unable to move. I see bits of myself in him. It’s not attractive when a man is broken, but I’ve grown to care. And he’s nothing like my ideal guy. I’d never even think that I’d feel something for someone like him, but there’s something about his innocent childish ways that makes me question the things that I really want. After battling myself with a cold heart for the past two years I’ve grown to understand and respect a man who has the courage to feel things.