vtorrez
Before I met him, I was miserable. He definitely woke something in me that brought some much happiness that I have not felt before in such a long time. I hate to think what things would be like without him. Before him, I was a completely different person.
I am afraid. I am afraid that this won't last. I am afraid that I will get too attached then lose myself again. I am afraid that he may actually be the one and I will do something to fuck it up. But most of all, I am more afraid of how unusually low of feeling afraid that I actually am.