I wish I could tell you.
I wish I could explain to you how hard it is to not be terrified of losing you even when your hand grips mine so proudly.
How my heart aches at the thought of waking up in this world without you a part of mine.
I wish I could explain how men you don’t know planted these seeds of self doubt and insecurity, how I’m not the girl I was before them.
I wish I could let you see the bottles of old tears and loneliness that followed every betrayal.
Oh how I wish I could wipe this slate and show you how she danced in the sun without fear of falling, how she loved with no fear of the unknown.

I wish, I wish.