But darling, I'm a patchwork of disasters. There is a part of me that screams bloody murder and another is built on the ruins of short-lived untruths and havoc resides in every nook and cranny where candor tries to boil my blood. There will come the time when you realize that loving me is not about making a home out of my heart; it's about surviving there, and when the time comes, you are allowed to walk away. Even though I wish, more than anything, you'd be the one to stay, but I will be fine. I will understand.
