Asking me to separate my love from our friendship, like it was some easy task like splitting black from white. I could no sooner partition out my love for you from me as I could grasp oxygen from water with my bare hands.
Sometimes I'm afraid not to find love. Sometimes I'm afraid there is no one in this entire world who would be able to understand and to love me for who I am. Sometimes I'm afraid to fall in love and to be let down again. To long for love is the most natural feeling a human being can have. But why does it hurt me so much?