I fear

I wish I could let myself love you, chico. It would be such a relief, a comfort, to simply fall into your heart and love you.

**edit** I'm tired of running and making excuses. I'm tired of getting my hopes up, building my expectation and then having it all collapse on me. I'm tired of losing people, then rationalizing my thought process into believing it was for the best. I meet people for a reason, and that reason is not to let them go so easily. But I'm tired of fighting. It's too much, and then it's not enough.