I’m scared that one day, you’ll wake up and realise you’ve fallen out of love with me.
You’ll no longer feel happiness when you see me smile or love the way my lips feel as they are pressed up against yours.
And when that happens you’ll wait, you won’t tell me straight. Because, you are too kind to break my heart like that. So you’ll wait, until we drift.
Until we are as far as opposite ends of the earth.
You’ll pick an insignificant day. And ask to speak. My heart will be racing, my palms moist with anxiety. The words will roll of your tongue as if you have been rehearsing them. And in reality you have. Stood in front of the bathroom mirror muttering the words over and over until they are engraved on the tip of your tongue.
You’ll utter the words. “I can’t do this amymore”
And all at once my world will shatter.
So yes I’m scared.
I’m scared that one day you’ll wake up and realise you’ve fallen out of love with me.
