No one warned me that love could feel like terror that the more you have, the more you fear losing.
It’s not the fear of being alone that haunts me, it’s the fear of having too much, the fear of waking up beside someone so good, I find myself half-expecting hidden cameras, a glitch in the universe, or some sign that I’ve accidentally wandered into someone else’s life.
I used to believe love would feel like a soft landing gentle, safe, easy but with Noah, it feels like falling. A breath I can’t quite release. The charged stillness just before lightning strikes.
Every day, I’m terrified not because I think he’ll leave me but because he won’t, he’s still here still choosing to stay and that’s something I’ve never had before.
For the first time in my life, someone sees me exactly as I am a
