What if?

What if tomorrow, I'm not loved?
What if, everything suddenly changed?

What if he says... this all isn't worth it.
What if he says... the timing just isn't right.
What if he says, the worst... I've met someone else, and I just can't get her out of my head.

I'm a little nervous. I've felt more vulnerable than this before, yes, but... this is still just so different. I'm actually in love with someone who is nothing short of a great guy. He's fantastical.

And me? I'm alright. I think... I can be funny. I think I have good taste in music, movies, and literature. I'm always smiling. But what if there are a hundred more of me? What if there's a girl with all the same great qualities but without all my bad ones? Someone who isn't insecure, undecided, and obsessed with getting tattoos. Someone who isn't quite so lazy, who is extremely intelligent, and has the voice of an angel?

I wish I felt that no matter what, I was the right choice. Because the trouble of loving someone is that... you just want them to have what's best for them. What if that's not me?

I miss him. Just a little bit.