It was clear. I am afraid to love.
Not just to love, but to love him.
He is so fragile, so delicate
so lost yet so good to be true.
Maybe he is broken, or maybe not.
Maybe he just carries something deep inside,
that people, even himself, do not understand.
I am afraid to love him because I am afraid of failure.
That maybe I am not the one he needs.
He is a forest and I am just a girl who loves to wander
but is really terrified to get lost.
So I walked away and never looked back.
Because I was afraid.
I was afraid to embrace and to let go of what matters most.