Love is what makes me afraid

I’m scared, not gonna lie.

Scared that in the search for myself, I might lose you.

Scared that the laughter in little ones might not light you the way it lights me.

Scared that silence, in its awkwardness, might feel like distance instead of closeness.

But maybe fear is just love in disguise

a trembling reminder that you matter too much to risk.

And maybe silence is just another language of us,

one where hearts still speak when words fall short.

If I lose myself, I only hope it’s in you

and if I’m scared, it’s only because I care.

Love is what makes me afraid

afraid to wake and not feel you near,

afraid that my heart beats louder for you than yours for me.

But it’s also what keeps me here,

willing to risk the silence,

willing to risk the fear,

because losing you would mean losing the one place

my soul feels at home.