“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.” – Jeanette Winterson
The learning of holding space between myself and you; to love your fire but to not stand too close because you do not care who you burn down. You will burn me down.
I long for love, belonging. To be seen, held. And I want it from you. But I fear your touch. I dread your look. I anticipate your words with unease.
Is this love?