Phobia
I have no idea what particular phobia do I have.
Sometimes, I fear closed spaces to the point that I even fear riding in a closed van. This fear doesn't necessarily mean that I prefer narrow spaces for I also fear that one. I prefer everything finite. I don't like the idea of something endless. I hate the idea of flying outside the globe with the stars. However, this doesn't necessarily mean that I love endings for I also fear the end of those that I love.
I have no idea what particular phobia do I have but right now all I could think of is the fear of losing you-of not being able to hold your hand and listen as you speak. I fear the idea that I might lose you but on the other hand, I also fear that if I still hold on, you'd get tired and leave me.
I fear the idea of waking up tomorrow not being able to stare at your eyes but I also fear the idea that I might be the end of you if I still hold you in my arms.
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