I'm scared. Do you know that feeling? When you lost something that holds some of your broken pieces, and without it, you know you'll never be the same; life will never be the same. Knowing that you lost something, though you never wanted to let it go gives you this wave of melancholy that drowns you until you can't see any surface light anymore.
I'm scared that I'll lose you just like that. Because in every sleep I slept, every breath I breathe and every second that passed; I slowly forget the silly fights we had, our little precious late night talks, the letters we've exchanged—and everything about us slowly turns into a distant memory that soon will be forgotten. I lost you once and I'm scared that I'll lose you again.
