![]() Will Jay want to stay when he sees the real me? When he sees the nightmares and insecurities clawing at my soul? When he realises the burden I come with may be heavier than we both can carry? He stormed through my defence walls like a hurricane, wrapping around me with gentle force until I had no choice but to surrender. My internal conflict didn’t stand a chance when I met Jay. But another – bigger – part of me is terrified of letting anyone in. ![]() A part of me craves the intimacy, the deep connection to another human being. I own a small bakery in the centre of Cambridge, and I have a loyal circle of friends that I can always count on. I’m as fit as ever, my prosthetic leg allowing me the freedom to move and exercise as if nothing has changed. ![]() Two years after coming back from war, I can say that I’m finally content. ![]() It took me nearly ten years, two tours in Afghanistan and losing a leg to come to terms with who I really am. I came back in pieces to find out who I really was… ![]()
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