I realized that I’m scared. Scared of the future && what it holds. I’m scared of this but I can’t say it out loud. “I don’t want to hurt you, I know me”. Gosh if those words don’t sound familiar. Sad part is that might foretell the future but a part of me doesn’t care because I know who && what I want && I don’t want to let go. I haven’t felt this feeling in a while && I’ll be damned if I don’t at least get to enjoy it, yet I’m scared. I’m so petrified of losing it but I know it’ll happen I know what’s coming, call me dumb but oh well. Part of loving is taking the risk and I’m taking a risk even though I believe I know the outcome. The only difference is I can slightly prepare myself. So here I go prepared and scared. I’ll just be scared because I know it’s coming I just don’t know when.