I’m afraid. I’m afraid that you are going to end up like everyone else that has ever left me. I’m afraid that one day you aren’t going to see the quirky little things I do as endearing or cute, but rather annoying and obnoxious. I’m afraid that you won’t see the things I say and do as you do now, that you will eventually grow annoyed of me. I’m afraid that you’ll see my flaws for what they are, disgusting. I’m afraid that you’ll up and leave just like they all do. please don’t leave me
It’s been a long and difficult journey that a very few can get through, but we’ve still managed to come out from the other end stronger than ever. We are each other’s puzzle pieces, and we need each other to stay in one piece.
I’ll never cry in front of you. I’ll never tell you how I feel. I’ll never wear my heart on my sleeve. I’m not an open book. My walls will always be up and guarded. I won’t tell you how I fight with myself about you, about how I shouldn’t want you, about how you’ll break my heart if I give mine to you. I won’t tell you how my heart constricts at the thought of you leaving me. I’ll never show you how scared I am of this… Of you… Of us. You’re real. You’re everything I want, and nothing is certain. Everything is blurred and we walk on this thin line between reality and fantasy. You’re a dream and a nightmare. I find peace in you when everything else is chaos. I don’t know what this is and that uncertainty scares me but maybe just maybe if I stay around, you will too.
I’m so scared.
Scared that you’ll get over me so fast.
That I am just a pass-by, a fling for you.
That you do like that girl that comments on all your instagram pictures more than you like me.
Even though you said you don’t.
That you’d prefer a girl who does look good in the morning when she just woke up,
without having to conceal the dark circles under her eyes.
That every moment with me would easily be replaced for moments with others.
That even though you say you love me, you don’t do nearly as much as I do love you.