I’m Afraid

I’m afraid he won’t be able to appreciate a quiet night in, just me and him.

I’m afraid he won’t find my obsession with Harry Potter endearing.

I’m afraid he won’t find the way my jawline looks against my neck sexy.

I’m afraid he won’t love to snuggle me while we fall asleep or watch TV.

I’m afraid he won’t share my love for the changing Autumn leaves.

I’m afraid he won’t find me the sweetest girl he’s ever met.

I’m afraid he won’t love my cooking.

I’m afraid he won’t miss me terribly when we’re apart.

I’m afraid he won’t be silly with me.

I’m afraid he’ll never make me feel completely and utterly comfortable.

I’m afraid he won’t make me feel protected.

I’m afraid he won’t appreciate the effort I take into making myself look beautiful.

I’m afraid his embrace won’t make my whole body melt into him.

I’m afraid his kiss won’t leave me feeling breathless.

I’m afraid no matter what he says or does, I’ll never be able to get you off my mind.

I’m afraid I’ll never be loved the way I was loved by you.

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