I'll never cry in front of you. I'll never tell you how I feel. I'll never wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm not an open book. My walls will always be up and guarded. I won't tell you how I fight with myself about you, about how I shouldn't want you, about how you'll break my heart if I give mine to you. I won't tell you how my heart constricts at the thought of you leaving me. I'll never show you how scared I am of this... Of you... Of us. You're real. You're everything I want, and nothing is certain. Everything is blurred and we walk on this thin line between reality and fantasy. You're a dream and a nightmare. I find peace in you when everything else is chaos. I don't know what this is and that uncertainty scares me but maybe just maybe if I stay around, you will too.
