I walked away a couple of times because we couldn't get on the same page to save either of our lives and I just felt like being without him would hurt less than being with him. I missed him like you wouldn't believe and went RUNNING into his arms about six months after I left. I just felt like part of me was missing. When I went back, all of it started to come together and I felt like fighting for it instead of wanting to run away and that's when I knew that we were on a solid foundation and that I could stop worrying about being hurt. It didn't happen over night and I still have moments where I pinch myself and ask if it's all real, but I haven't felt the urge to run or to even hide pieces of myself in a really long time.