The door code still has your birthday. Our dog still runs to greet me. The silence between us echoes with all the words we haven't said. After we broke up, I told myself to move on - but some bonds can't be easily untied, especially when our dog keeps bringing us back together. In the darkness of his apartment hallway, with our dog circling between us, I'm forced to confront what I really ran from: not just a relationship, but the terrifying possibility that I might be worthy of being loved.