Perhaps I was afraid of what it would mean. Or maybe I dreaded what it could turn me into. Maybe I was daunted by the near-misses I've seen. Or wary that what the others say about love was true.
But I know I am in love with you.
And I know it'll hurt when we can't make it last. I will surely grieve -- ache and mourn, hate and yearn. I will curse you, this wretched feeling and our past; But 'til then, know that for this love, I will gladly burn.