If you told my 16 year old self that in only 2 years your name would be my world. I’d be terrified.
The knowing that my future self never gave up on his pursuit to be loved.
Truly. With no strings attached.
Not being used as a placeholder before a real relationship leaving me wondering when my time to love will be.
All I ever wanted was to share my soul with someone else. To understand the words in love songs, poems and stories written by lovestruck people since the dawn of humanity.
To most of all, make this life make sense. Make my existence more meaningful.
You make this life make sense. You are the part of my soul that I’ve been searching for hopelessly to make me feel like the boy whose smile never fell.
But it scares me. Trusting you the way I do. Knowing the irreversible damage that would happen if you left. I’m caught in a weird dance between awe, fear and genuine optimism towards our future.
Please don’t break me down like the others but instead let us both break down the walls we have held up at the cost of our health.
There are times where the worry’s come back.
“Would she cheat?”
“Has she been honest?”
“Is she losing feelings?”
“Is this where she tells me it won’t work?”
Each being echoes from my past. Like it’s a reminder that I should never lay down my defence.
Like I should never let myself fall fully for you.
Like I’m scared to jump into a freezing bath.
But with your reassurance, your love, your devotion to me. I can slowly submerge into the bath of our love.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
If you told my 16 year old self that in only 2 years your name would be my world. I’d be terrified.
The knowing that my future self never gave up on his pursuit to be loved.
Truly. With no strings attached.
Not being used as a placeholder before a real relationship leaving me wondering when my time to love will be.
All I ever wanted was to share my soul with someone else. To understand the words in love songs, poems and stories written by lovestruck people since the dawn of humanity.
To most of all, make this life make sense. Make my existence more meaningful.
You make this life make sense. You are the part of my soul that I’ve been searching for hopelessly to make me feel like the boy whose smile never fell.
But it scares me. Trusting you the way I do. Knowing the irreversible damage that would happen if you left. I’m caught in a weird dance between awe, fear and genuine optimism towards our future.
Please don’t break me down like the others but instead let us both break down the walls we have held up at the cost of our health.
There are times where the worry’s come back.
“Would she cheat?”
“Has she been honest?”
“Is she losing feelings?”
“Is this where she tells me it won’t work?”
Each being echoes from my past. Like it’s a reminder that I should never lay down my defence.
Like I should never let myself fall fully for you.
Like I’m scared to jump into a freezing bath.
But with your reassurance, your love, your devotion to me. I can slowly submerge into the bath of our love.