I fear the day you'll wake up and see me in a whole new light. When my imperfections that you claimed were perfect will finally be illuminated.
The day when it won't matter how many times you promised that your feelings for me will never change.
I fear the day when you will no longer be head over heels in love with me, but rather content in loving me.
I fear that day not for what you would do but for how I would react.
I fear the day you realise all of this might be the day I do too.
Nothing is certain in life. So I fear after our realisations, what might be might not be what we hope for.
I fear the day we fall out of love. I fear the day I walk away from you.