There are moments when someone who once felt like home walks away, not because of they stopped caring, but because their inner fears and wounds took over. When they come back it's often a battle between wanting to feel the home again and the wound that they left.
It's when your mind replay the memories and the shared dreams, but the memory of being left is just right there with the good ones. You start to ask yourself why they left if they loved you.
You know the person leaving was because of their insecurities had nothing to do with you, it was their own internal battles. But the pain is still real, it affects your sense of safety, you start to doubt them and your own judgement.
You still believe in their worth, still see the beauty of what you shared. But that background voice is there: If I let you back in, will you leave again when things get heavy?
You remember the love, but you also remember the pain. If you ever take them back you have to hold both. They have to keep the promise of not scratching the scabs off your healing wound.