I am just so scared what to think anymore. I don't want to work so hard, then get rejected on what I had so much hope for. Each moment we spend together is like heaven beneath my fingers. I love how you push the hair behind my ears when it falls in my face. I love your smile and the way you tell me you're just so scared. I'm not here to make you feel lost, and I believe that you're worried, so am I. Please, don't give me any reason to not want to be with you...you're past and your past. My past is my past...and I tell you, we come with baggage. We have baggage and it needs to be worked on...I don't know what to do or say, except...I'm scared...for us.
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