SOME RANDOM LOVE SHIT AGAIN.

I remember being afraid. But was I afraid of losing you or was I afraid of being alone? Now that I think about it I was afraid of both. For one, you were my first love. I’ll “probably” love you no matter what. No one in the world would be like you. And that’s what sucks. Why couldn’t it be forever? All those late-night calls; why couldn’t they last? The talks about a family; why can’t those be reality? But this time it was different. Everything seemed so distant.
Now I know what I was afraid of.
I WAS AFRAID OF THE THOUGHT OF NOT BEING LOVED