I hope he sees this. I wish I was brave enough to say it to his face.

I've worked hard on letting him in.....I was actually doing pretty well for a while. But I've come realize that, well, the majority of me is to terrified of opening up all the way. Part of me wants for him to be the glue that keeps me from coming undone. Part of me wants him to be who I run to when I'm tearing apart at the seams. I want to be able to run to him and let him stitch me back together piece by piece. But my instinct says not to let that happen. 'Cause what happens if one day he's just not there? I'm scared of being torn apart and left for nothing again.