The voice that you carry beautifully through the phone holds the ability to be able to feel content with my life, and scared for the sacred thing that we share. This thing I call 'love'.
Many, if not all, have grown a fear, a dastardly little quiver against the word and blames it solely upon the people they have been with for the word being so terrifying. Towards a contrary belief, we only fear love, because we have not matured enough to love. We do not need to fear, or to manifest thing amazing thing I call love as a dark and demon-ish creature only venturing out of his cave every blue moon just to tear your heart into shred and leave the pieces at the bottom of your stomach, which will (ironically) feel like a pit. We cannot fear love, love is not the enemy; we only have ourselves to blame for the pain that we put our hearts through, for we choose to allow ourselves to fall in love with the bitch/bastard that breaks the thing we hold dear, our heart.
In a lump sum of what I am trying to explain, don't let the love be the reason you have fear, let the people you let in, the trust you hand out, and the love your share become the fear that makes us all so scared.
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