When I’m sad I think about you because i imagine how much happier i’d be if you had your arms around me. When I’m happy I think about you because i want to share that happiness with you. When i laugh i want you to laugh too, and when i think about you i just want you to smile. Thats what scares me. What happens when you realise i’m not that good? What happens when you get sick of me, or bored, or realise im too clingy? Then i’ll be left with having to deal with the thought of you in every kind of emotion and i dont know if i could deal with that.
I am scared of falling in love, of craving you every second of every day, of needing you, of being addicted to you. I am scared of missing you more than I can handle, of losing you and myself in you. I am scared of not being enough, and of seeing my insufficiency in your eyes.
Love isn’t big romantic gestures; running to the airport as her plane leaves or buying diamond earrings. Love is waking up early on a sunday because thats the only time the farmers market is on and she’s dead-set on buying the ‘real deal’. Love is knowing she asks for 1 sugar but sneaks a second in when no ones looking. Love is even you’ve had the worst day, the only thing you want is to see their smile and hold them in your arms.
Even on bad days, I’ll still be happy with you.
No one understands the chemistry we have and it came out of nowhere, its
not like we planned this, its getting out of hand and now we’re gonna go there