Fear

I am scared of this. I'm fighting a faith of which I am almost powerless. He is so very likable, lovable even. Thinking too far into the future has caused me nothing but trouble, and yet I think about so many tomorrows, and next-weeks and next-months. I never forget that I'm afraid of those future days, weeks and months. Because what if he isn't in them? I've made that a simple question though; I'd fear them no less or no more. I fear tomorrow because there's an exam. I fear next week because there's another exam. I fear next month because there are finals, and I have to face my family for more than a weekend. I fear so much besides him. I've tricked myself, because really I don't fear him at all. I fear my feelings for him. I fear our luck turning. I fear him becoming bored with me. I do not fear him within his own self. I fear the possibilities, and I want them all. I want all our possibilities. Every drop. I want this. With a healthy fear, I believe in us.