Who are you? Why don't I know who you are? After all this time I still don’t know the answer.
I used to hate you. You were cruel. You were evil. You used me and you hurt me. But you also shaped my life in good ways as well as bad ways.
When I'm too scared to go back. To stand in that place of fragile glass and walk on eggshells. To sit in dark empty halls, alone with my thoughts. YOU of all people help me. Why? What changed. Were you always like this?
No. I know you weren't. But what changed? I know I can't trust you, but why are you the only one who helped me? I don't know how to get away from you without destroying myself in the meantime. They say the devil you know is better than the devil you don't and I don't know you at all.
Yet when I got the news that shook my world. You gave me an option. I think if I had any other choice, you wouldn’t ever see or hear from me again. But I don't. And at least I have something. At least I have something to hold onto. Even if it's crumbling under my touch. I hope I can trust you. But I don't even know you. Too much is on the line for me to take you up on your offer but I am STUCK. I don't know what to do. But if I did decide to trust you. Do you think I could stay? Even if just for a day?