I’m scared — no, it’s not a phobia.
It’s not chromophobia, ophidiophobia, or aerophobia.
It’s not heights, spiders, or the fear of flying.
If my favorite, closest person asked me,
“What’s your phobia? Are you diagnosed with something?”
I would laugh —
because I don’t have any of those.
But deep down, I’m scared of something else.
Deep down, I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up
and we’ll be strangers,
with no stories behind us.
I can’t live without your attention anymore.
Even if you’re not with me right now,
be sure of this —
you can’t, you can’t, be with someone else.
Because I know you love me.
And be sure that I love you just as much.
But I’m scared that one day our fairytale
will turn into a nightmare,
like every story eventually ends.
You are different.
Different from everyone else — I swear.
But don’t break my heart,
because I love you.
I love you so much.
I wish this fear —
the one I don’t even know how to name —
would be erased one day,
fade with time.
And maybe, years from now,
I’ll thank you
for curing me
of this unnamed phobia.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
I’m scared — no, it’s not a phobia.
It’s not chromophobia, ophidiophobia, or aerophobia.
It’s not heights, spiders, or the fear of flying.
If my favorite, closest person asked me,
“What’s your phobia? Are you diagnosed with something?”
I would laugh —
because I don’t have any of those.
But deep down, I’m scared of something else.
Deep down, I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up
and we’ll be strangers,
with no stories behind us.
I can’t live without your attention anymore.
Even if you’re not with me right now,
be sure of this —
you can’t, you can’t, be with someone else.
Because I know you love me.
And be sure that I love you just as much.
But I’m scared that one day our fairytale
will turn into a nightmare,
like every story eventually ends.
You are different.
Different from everyone else — I swear.
But don’t break my heart,
because I love you.
I love you so much.
I wish this fear —
the one I don’t even know how to name —
would be erased one day,
fade with time.
And maybe, years from now,
I’ll thank you
for curing me
of this unnamed phobia.