Happiness

I'm happy... and it scares me.

It scares me that I'll never find this kind of happiness again.

All good things come to an end?

Am I really supposed to believe that?

I'm a strong believer of things are how you make them... if you want things to end then they will. If you want them to stay, then they will. If you expect things to end, then wouldn't it just be a self-fulfilling prophecy if you act like good things never stay?

If it were up to me, I would never leave. Why? When you know something is good, you don't let it go... you hold onto it for dear life. I'm not someone who just gives up. I don't want you to be someone who just gives up.

I thought I knew what love was before... but I was wrong. I can honestly say that I know what it is now but I'm still not sure how it is to be loved. I thought I felt it this time... I'm sure I did... but I'm scared that I could be wrong after all. I don't want to doubt it. But it may be the only thing that allows me to shield myself from what I truly want.... you.