B.K. Borison

He’s holding himself still, tight, away from me, and that more than anything makes me sad.

It’s hard to love someone without restraint. To give yourself over to the swell and pull of it without fear of what might happen. I think it’s only natural to hold a part of yourself back and protect what you can. My mom loved me fiercely, but she also never opened her heart to anyone else. Not after what my dad did. So I think I’ve - I think that’s how I learned not to wish for too much. To play it safe and easy.

“You’re not always going to know what the right thing is,” he had said. “When that happens, you continue.”
I had blinked at him, ice cream melting down the side of my cone and over my knuckles. “Continue what?”
“You’ll figure it out,” Another bite of ice cream. “Continue. Listen. You’ll find your way.”