[9.3.2018]

maybe we'll bump into each other at places we've been on dates to, or maybe we'll never see each other again. maybe you'll come across the polaroid picture of us you had kept in your wallet for so long, and maybe you'll miss me for a split second. but that's it.

i'm terrified of that. i'm afraid of the possibility of the aftermath of us. i'm scared of the heartbreak that you will leave behind if you'll ever leave me. and when you leave, i'll be the only one picking up my own broken pieces. and for the first time, you won't be there to hold my bleeding hands. when that happens, everything we've had together will only be memories. things like seeing you smile and holding your hands, or when you look at me like i'm the most precious thing that ever existed. i love you so much - sometimes it even aches.

but i know that right now, right at this moment, as your head leans sleepily against mine with your face in the crook of my neck, i know that i do love you with all my heart. i know that i want to grow old with you, and i know that i won't ever let you go. i know that i'll forever stay with you no matter what it takes.