Scare of the Past
It’s 4:30 a.m and I’m scared; not because I’m afraid of ghosts or demons or anything of that sort; but because of you. You scare me because you’re the sweetest, most loveliest person I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting.
It terrifies me how much your inner beauty perfectly reflects what your baby blue eyes see in the mirror every morning and vis versa because that makes it impossible for me to simply stop myself from adoring you the way I have been for a little over a year now.
You’re everything that I want but you’re also everything that I can’t have…and that’s what scares me the most.
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