I Missed My Girl

Kate

The days that followed our heartwarming evening at the orphanage were filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I couldn't help but smile whenever I thought of Christopher and the way he had touched my heart. His gestures of kindness, his unwavering support for the children at the orphanage, and the tender moments we shared together had left an indelible mark on my soul.

Yet, amidst the blossoming romance, my fear of vulnerability continued to rear its head. The scars of my past were still fresh, reminding me of the pain I had endured and the walls I had built to protect myself. I knew that Christopher was a good man, but I couldn't shake the nagging voice in my head, warning me not to let my guard down completely.

As Christopher reached out to me, making plans for us to spend time together, I found myself feeling torn. A part of me yearned to be with him, to bask in the warmth of his affection, but another part feared the risk of getting hurt again. I was afraid of losing