I’m scared. Scared of losing you.
I’m scared every time I reach out, I might not find your hand to hold.
Late at night, I’d grip your face to reassure myself you’re really right next to me.
While kissing, I would whisper your name, so you can whisper mine back, just to confirm that you know who I am.
When you’re asleep, I would gently kiss your eyelids and lay my head on your shoulder, just to hear you breathing.
I’m just scared...