We were in the middle of our conversation; more accurately, we were exchanging small talk, where she did most of the talking while I listened, when it hit me, that thing that has had me going around in circles and burning a hole in my gut. It was her innocence, her age, or, more to the point, the wide gap between us and what that could mean moving forward.
She’s so innocent, so trusting; I shudder to think what might’ve happened to her had I been someone else. Had I had impure intentions, my poor little beauty would’ve been in trouble, and even though I was the one here with her, my gut still hurt at the thought of her being used and taken advantage of.
No one ever warned me that being in love with someone meant you felt their pain, even the imagined one. Or that you’d overthink every little thing when it comes to that person. I’m terrified for her; I’ve been there done that, but what if she gets hurt?