its on going

The pictures of his face swirls in the back of my mind I can't sleep cause the color of his eyes, haunts the back of my mind, I wish there was time for him to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay is he who I think he is or is he my imagination. I'm scared to take a step to see him because he may see me and run for him to see the inside of my heart and how its waiting for him to take a chance on being vulnerable,for him to look at me what does he really see does he really see the real me.