Fears.

12 2 0
                                        

My fears grow by the day.

Our fears grow and feed off of each other.


I guess I never realized how we use each other.


We always come back to each other.

No matter what, we always do.


I guess it's just how we are.


My thoughts are spinning.

I fear something but it still has yet to come.


I guess we just can't be apart for a long time.


I hold you dearly.

Always and forever.




















Till death do we part.













But even then.


Are we really apart?


It's unlikely.

ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏWhere stories live. Discover now