You told me you felt that our relationship was a pool.
That I have jumped into the deep end, while you are still wading in the shallow end steps. That you don't understand how I managed to get myself into the deep end so quickly.
The thing about pools is this:
If you don't cannonball into the deep end, you may never actually get in. If you're standing at the shallow end, the water could be too cold, too hot, too many leaves floating around, too many bugs, anything could convince you not to fully submerge into the water.
If you cannonball in, the hard part is over with. You've dedicated all of yourself to the water; mind, body, and soul. There's no more second guessing. There's no other excuse as to why you shouldn't swim. There's no going back and that's ok, because in all reality you wanted to swim. You just needed to let go of the fear that swimming will be too challenging.
Our relationship is like a pool. I have dived in, ready to fill this pool with love for you. While you are still on the second step, afraid of me. Afraid that the love I give to you will be fleeting. That I will leave you like everyone else has. That my love for you is a joke, that my love for you will never be enough.
I have a confession to make. I have the same fears. But I am still here, in the deep end. Waiting for you to look past your fears, to accept them and dive head first anyway. If you stand on the steps the whole time, you will never swim. You will never know the love I could give you.
Dive in baby. I promise I'll catch you.
I am afraid that you'll never dive in with me. That I will love you and you will never love me back.