You know the old saying:
Don't get too close to someone because the moment you do they're taken from you.
That's the thing that's burning fear in my heart.
I don't know why.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe something is going to happen.
But I can't heed that warning quite yet.
It's ironic though how all of this is happening so fast.
Should I have felt something earlier?
Should I have thought before taking any action?
Should I have never met him?...
I cannot say yes to that.
He's in my life for a reason--I know he is.
Is it to love him?
Because I do.
Is it to care for him?
Because I do.
Is it to be there for him?
Because I am.
When he kissed my forehead today I knew something bad was going to happen.
That's my omen that nothing...or something isn't just right.
He tries to re-assure me that everything will be okay with that one kiss.
And I want to believe it!
But how can I believe something so mythical?
I can't...
I can't let myself flounder and pretend everything will be alright.
I've learned the hard way that every action has a reprocussion.
But two months is too long to wait.