Maybe it’s better to forever hope, than to find if the truth is ugly.

Maybe it’s better to forever hope, than to find if the truth is ugly.
What’s the hype about fear? And how do I stop being afraid?
Ever felt like a kid, who could just hide under a blanket for a moment of security? Or wished there was a blanket of security and protection?
God has it all under control.
And it kills me to remember you shaking your head, after you came to me in tears, and walking out that door to never come knocking again.
…
I still want to grow old with you if you’ll let me. If you’ll help me rebuild these broken pieces of this once-most-beautiful home.
With E on the run again, she meets herself in an unexpected place. And V settles down for the night miles and miles away, yearning to restore their once-alive connection.
Fear can really screw with love, can’t it? All this regret really makes for a hopeless fellow. But mercy does not equal foresight.