Someone told me he loves me. I was stunned. I haven't heard this in 6 years, you know... the one with all sincerity. While I felt the need to respond with how I truly feel, I caught myself questioning him. Why? Is it easy to fall in love with me?
I am that woman your momma warned you about, I can break your heart in a snap. Ironically though, it is my own heart that gets broken most of the time. I am scarred. I find it hard to give someone my trust, because there's this fear that forever resides in my heart.
I was happy spending my days alone until you came. You made me realise I'd be happier being the other half of something beautiful and surprisingly, I never looked back at my solitude. So please, just be that half that makes me whole.
Do you really love me? Will you promise to take care of me and at least TRY not to hurt me? I know uncertainty goes hand in hand with commitment and who knows you might fall out of love at some point in our 'relationship' (or steadyship, chillship.. or whatever ship you want to call this sh**), but do you think you can manage to be honest at all times? I can never live AGAIN in a world of lies believing you care when you don't. Just walk away when you already feel the need to and never ever mislead me like what they all did to me.
Don't think that I'm judging you. I just want to make sure you're real. Please tell me you are real. I want to know you deeper. I want to rip your heart open to find out if I'm there.
There are days that I still find myself wondering if you'd stay the same even after I give you my everything. I'm sorry for doubting you. Overthinking, I know.
But hey, I like you. I feel something for you. Love? I'll get there soon, I'm certain. So please, be patient with me.