Mav disappeared before I could ever tell him -- about
the child I carried.
I’ve had years to get over him, and I’ve tried.
But the second I see him again my heart lurches -- and it’s like all that time evaporates.
I still burn for him, even though I know it’s a bad idea.

I try to remind myself about the bad things:
his possessiveness,
his quick temper,
but -- he’s different now.
More mature.
Protective.
Settled.

And hiding something...
Something bigger than the child we share...

Allowing him back into my heart could crush me -- but I’ve never felt safer
than when I’m in his arms.
Can I really have the man I love for good?
Or will our past mistakes keep us from a happy future?