I want to tell you things
that scare me,
that hold me back,
that make me insecure.

I want to,
but I won't.

Because those things might scare you.
You might think I'm holding you back,
and suddenly you feel insecure.

About us.
About me.

The thing is,
I know you are one-of-a-kind
I know you are special.
I know you are the best thing that's ever happened to me.

But you don't,
not really.

I just hope that when you do finally see,
how extraordinary you are,
you will still come home and call me honey.