I think what scares me about love the most is falling.
The moment of looking deep into his eyes as we both accept each others grin of approval. He'll then take me by the hand and begin to walk with me in complete silence, which will only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
The moment he tells me I'm everything that he's been looking for because he's never reeled someone in. But I caught on and I thought that the bait would last forever, but it would never be enough for me, which would only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
The moment I know I want to be serious with him and I forcibly try to make things work. Thinking that if we both dictate each others lives that we could finally live happily ever after. But, the end. This would only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
The moment we tell each other we're perfect for each other and we want to be together forever. Because we're soulmates. But, you took my soul and we both overstayed our time together. Though the sweetest love, a bitter end. Which would only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
This shall be continued when I fall again.