I have spent so much time dreaming of you, 
expecting you to find someone else to marry and have kids with. 
The dreams of you and me made me happy,  
even while I had no faith in them ever coming true. 
Now that I suddenly got you, 
reality is like being high on the best drugs I’ve ever done. 

I’m so terrified. 

Not of the future I want with you,
but of my own ability to fuck shit up and lose you again. 

My guess is that I’ve fallen so hard, 
I’ve almost forgotten my commitment issues.