"I was so numb before I met you. It might have been from the empty bottles of whiskey that my dad would drink clean week after week. The alcohol must’ve crawled out of his veins and seeped into my skin.
And I’m sorry for the way I shivered when you told me that you played the piano. It’s just that all I could remember was my 15-year old self trying to fall asleep to my favorite classical piano CD every night to drown out the residual screaming just minutes before.
And whenever we’re about to leave your house, I can feel your eyes on me when I hug your mother goodbye. I know that you find it endearing and probably a little strange. I’ve come to terms with the fact that holding onto her long enough still won’t bring mine back.
I promise you, I’m not broken. But just a forewarning, I might be a little bent. Carrying 50 years of the possible future onto your back until 3 in the morning every night will do that to you.
I was so numb before I met you. And I’m not one to beg, but please bear with me and stay a while. You’re the first thing in a long time that’s ever been able to make me feel anything at all."
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