I told them to get the f*ck out of my life, and I meant every word. The problem is that I miss them. Walking away from them should have been easy. No more men who blur every line I have drawn for myself. I have spent way too long changing who I was for someone else, and I refuse to do it again.
But somewhere between the chaos and the red flags, I found four men who have absolutely no business being this important to me. I don’t want to leave. Unfortunately, wanting them and being able to trust them are two very different things.
So here I am. Trying to work out if what happened was something I can come back from, or if this time I’ll finally do the smart thing and stay gone.
They won’t make it easy, and I’m surprised they’ve stayed away at all.
But the biggest surprise is the Scarecrow, who might just be my saving grace.