When you first step into love, it’s like walking into your room with feet freshly washed, and you haven’t even dried it yet. But you climb onto your bed anyway, your feet--- left hanging on the rail across the bed, waiting to dry. You love the sheets, and you fear the water dripping from your feet would mess the beauty of the seams.

          The same thing happens with walking into a relationship, you’re scared of giving it your all, of opening up to a soul you have not synced with. And you just keep holding back from feeling comfortable, from being vulnerable. But when you finally want to delve into the mess of it all, you let it all out and you snuggle your soft feet in the blanket and the sheet.