Scared

I'm scared.
Like really scared.
The kind of scared where you actually start shaking and you voice is wobbling and your trying so hard to be brave but you just can't because your scared.
And I'm trying my hardest to be brave but I'm really, really scared.
Scared of losing you. Scared of knowing you. Scared of touching you. Scared of being with you. Scared of letting you know me. Scared of loving you. Now that's scary.
Loving someone? That means letting go of what ties you down to the world. That means letting someone else touch you in the deepest and dustiest corners of your heart. The corners that haven't been touched for ages since he left you.
And what happens if it doesn't work out? What if he decides to leave you or hurt you? What if he decides he doesn't belong with you? What if he leaves. Without explanation. What if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does.
What if the dustiest corners of your heart are meant for him? What if he loves you unconditionally and makes you the person you want to be? What if you get married and have a million children and they all idolize their parents relationship so much that they want a relationship like that of their own? What if it was meant to be?
I'm scared.
Like really scared.
And the voice in the back of my mind says it might not work out.
But my heart says, "Ah, but what if it does."