I'm scared of how deeply I fell for you.
What if by the end of this I'm left completely sucked dry of every emotion?
But if I'm being honest, that's the least of my worries.
What if every time he caresses my skin I can't help but wish it were you instead?
Or if he kisses my lips I feel empty because he doesn't know my soul like you do.
I can't help but wonder if I'll still be reaching for you mindlessly in my slumber, desperately wanting your warmth to consume me.
So yes, I'm scared; terrified even.
But not as scared as I am to picture myself going through this with someone who might not be you at the end of the day.