I leave scars

You seemed to really be coming out your shell.

I probably halted all progress in less than 30 seconds.

I just wanted clarity, just to know what that meant.

I didn't question your answer. I didn't make a face, or choose a tone, or act flippant. I may have left in a hurry, but I couldnt have you see my pain, or that you inadvertently caused it. Yet, it said exactly that, didnt it? I didn't get that move right. I'm sorry. I told myself I'd choose to believe you no matter what sickness might plague my mind with thoughts that I've become target of deception and mockery. I held off all fight or flight response, and I'm one hell of a fighter. I am also strong. But I have been wrong. I have fought shadows of those with less strength, elongated by my mind's fantasy to have me killed. It has left scars. I have done wrong before. That is why I wait endlessly to say anything. I'd rather the anger settle into the hurt I really want to show. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. And there's a chance it passes.

But this time, I was so much better than any other time. I was clear, I wasn't too soft nor abrasive. I was present, and I took your word without opposition.

And yet still I leave scars

I'm sorry I scare you. I've been worried I make you feel like this for a while. I do things just to give you space to breathe. I'm just unafraid of everything else. That must be so weird for people to look at.