Thirteen Years Old

He's back.
...and I'm terrified
I'm elated, curious, angry, relieved, confused....
Torn*
Where was he? Why did he go? Why is he back? What happened? What's happening? What should I say? What should I do?
How should I feel?
I spent *years trying to make sense of it all, learning to dance in the silence, soaking my pillow at night so that I could smile in the day...
How should I feel?
I'm on my feet now, I learned the hard way. I've got callouses on my hands, scars on my knees, puffy eyes and a broken heart, but I'm on my feet, and I've been dancing.
What's​ happening? What should I say? What should I do?
*How should I feel?