I used to be so scared of love.
I didn't know what it really meant to feel that way.
I used to think being in love meant smiling all the time.
I thought it meant thinking of him and being happy.
That those butterflies in my stomach should never go away.
But I had no idea.
I can be with him for weeks at a time,
But that one day we're apart,
I feel like I've lost a piece of myself.
I feel alive around him.
It's like a high that never ends.
There's no negativity,
No arguments,
No raised voices.
It's like we have the same mind,
And I've never been so scared in my life.
He completes me.
He's everything I've ever wanted and more.
When I'm angry, he soothes me.
When I'm hurt or sick, he takes care of me.
He holds me just because he wants to.
He looks at me like I'm his world,
And when he tells me he loves me,
I know he means it.
The way he gets chills at my touch,
How his breath is shaky when I smile up at him.
The way we fit so perfectly together,
No matter what we do.
I love how he busts out with random thoughts,
How easily we fit into each others lives.
But what scares me the most,
Is that I'm going to do something to mess this all up.
I've never been good at holding on to the good things.
I fight, and struggle, because I don't feel like I deserve it.
