Flight Risk

She was all I ever wanted from the moment I met her.
My little bird.
We had our future all planned out, until I stared down a fork in the road
and had to make a terrible choice.
Torn apart, I never stopped fighting to find a way to be together.
Now, years later she’s back, as beautiful as ever. Broken and haunted.
How do I tell her she is still the one?
How do I chase the shadows from her eyes?
How do I keep her from running again?
Or will she always be a flight risk?