As i stand and wait, fear grips me.

As i imagine what is to come, anxiety and worry cannot help but consume me.

The thoughts of the future frightens me, will this be the end? It cannot be.

Will i loose her like many?

Like the multitude that have come and gone in my life. Like the never ending romances that have wasted my time.

Will she be like the rest? Or is she my true destined love?