Terribly insecure.

I’m scared. I’m scared that you’re going to get annoyed with me, or find someone better, or leave me. For so long, I’ve wanted to be with you- wanted to kiss you and hold your hand. Now that I’m there, lip locked and in your arms, I’m terrified that you can only move farther away. I’m worried that this doesn’t mean as much to you as it does to me, and that maybe it never will. I’m petrified that when you say you love me, it’s only empty words- words of which you don’t understand the gravity. When you don’t text me, I’m not mad because I haven’t heard from you, but I’m mad at myself for getting so worked up about it. I’m worried that one day you’ll wake up and realize how exponentially more beautiful your ex was than me and wonder why she called you that night. Maybe she misses you; maybe you miss her too. All I know is that I’ve never loved anyone this much and it terrifies me to think that you might not feel the same.