I’m afraid that one day I’ll wake up and don‘t love you anymore.
Scared that I’d realize how much trash you’ve been treating me, how so many times you’ve taken me for granted, how many times you said that you don’t love me anymore and you don’t care about me. How you broke my heart into pieces.
I’m scared that one day, I’ll just give up. And know how really beautiful of a person I am, knowing my worth and that I should love and respect myself more. That I deserve so much and I deserve to be loved, to be taken cared of, to have butterflies in my stomach, to eat fast foods, to go an a camping trip, to go on dates, receive warm hugs, kisses on the forehead and to slow dance with the one that truly loves me the way I am. And so I am scared — scared that I’ll have so much more by losing you. That I can be happy without you. I am scared to let go, to move on and be whole and complete by myself.
But if one day I decided to have courage and not to be scared, I just wish that that day is today.
