I've been running for far too long, but running is easy when you're eighteen years old and you let fear consume your soul.

Running is easy when the enemy is someone powerful, respected and loved.

Running was the answer for me years ago, but now I'm ready to face my fears and put the past behind me. I'm ready to come face to face with my demons, and with the man who was the love of my life.

Love is the thing that broke me and turned me into the coward that I became. I'm done with being that coward, and now I'm here to fight back.

I've spent years building myself up to this moment... The moment when I walk back into my old life.

They say don't look back, but I've done nothing but look back every single day. The memories haunt me. The feelings rooted deep within me. You're only an easy target if you let them make you one, and my enemy won't see me coming. My enemy no longer scares me, but the man I used to love does.

Will he forgive me for running?

Or will putting my heart on the line a second time leave me heartbroken once again?