My biggest fear isn't that you'll lie to me one day or that you'll cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you'll wake up before me one Tuesday morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you'll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a road map. You'll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk to much. You'll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I'm always right and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You'll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion, that for no particular reason at all, you don't love me anymore.
