Being with him was a concept I was definitely open to.
Not because of his status, but because of what within him had driven him to be there.
But, I freaked out and made a fool of myself.
Duress does not suit well like a well-tailored dress.
I guess I was just afraid that our story would play out to where he wouldn’t be capable of being as strong as I have been.
And if we were going to be in the public eye, I didn’t want to have my resultant grief laid wide open for people to stick their fingers in it.
I got ahead of myself, playing out a tangent of possibility according to past negative trends.
It was because he was so important to me – and for once I realized that I needed to be as equally, if not more so, important to him.
Yet, what was his fault was that he did not reach across the space and time divide to show me how these fences can mend.
That had been in the second dream, you see.
In that one, he helped me fix my family’s gate along a forest lane, and told me that he loved me.
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