I'm scared....
I'm scared of being loved...
  I'm scared that you'll change your mind...
   I'm scared that our last good-bye will come... and soon...
    I'm scared that you'll look at me, the same way I look at myself....
     I'm so so scared to fall in love... because I'm a
                          t i c k i n g  t i m e  b o m b

              **but I'm much more scared of losing you

all my life I've been told that love is pure and when it comes, it'll make everything easier....
    but it feels like my love for you is wrong

if only they could feel what we feel when we're making pancakes at 11 am while we're dancing to Otis Redding...

maybe then the seven years between us two won't feel so "unacceptable"

maybe then it'll be okay for an eighteen year old to be completely and utterly in love with a twenty-five year old

maybe then we won't hide between four walls whispering "love you" through our eyes

maybe then we won't have to drive hours away to have dates...

maybe then... just maybe, we can go to walmart at 7pm when everyone is there and we won't be scared to hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek

but maybes don't always come true....