Being in love… It’s something half of me enjoys quite a bit. Partly because of the excitement of discovering someone interesting enough to fall in love with. Partly because it makes me feel emotions I don’t typically feel.
But the other half of me is horribly afraid of this feeling. Partly because I’m weak to stop it from happening. Partly because I know that disappointment will inevitably follow suit, even if things did go my way. They always crumble apart.
I wish I’d never met you. Haha. That’s such a lie. Or is it?