And this is the truth.

I've gotten over everything- the sweet, sweet memories of the boy who will now remain as but a figure of the past- but the healed wound still feels so fresh. I've gotten to the stage where I no longer feel anything about it and it scares me.

What if I don't know how to feel again? What if I can't feel again? What if I won't feel again?

What if to feel again means re-opening wounds and allowing more wounds to be?

What if I am still too scared to let it go, to put myself out there and get whipped around by the winds of strong emotions?

What if I remain stuck here, all the time?

:/

Nobody saw this coming ten years ago. Nobody expected an innocent coming together for the love of a sport to result in something that would last ten years- and longer.

It is sweet, yes, and it is deep, yes, and this is a once upon a time that solely belongs to me.

Once upon a time is now over. Time for happily ever after, then for the end.

:)