Fear
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You are not scared of many things.
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Blood doesn’t faze you. You donate it.
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Spiders? You capture carefully in a glass and gently relocate from my bedroom to the garden.
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Heights? No bother. You rock climb. You bungee. You skydive.
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I am your Achilles heel.
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“This terrifies me” you whisper in the dark one stormy October evening as you hold me in bed.
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I silently nod in agreement and then pull the covers over my head and try and hide from my feelings.
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We both have skeletons in the closet.
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Haunted by relationships that broke down in the past.
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Fearful that we may hurt one another.
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Lay awake at night worrying that one day our love might die.
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Are you tricking my heart?
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Or will you always treat me like your boo?
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While we live in fear of losing one another our relationship is alive.
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Hearts race and blood pumps through our veins.
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We don’t take a moment for granted.
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In the dark we share our most intimate hopes and horror stories.
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I look you dead in the eye and admit what I’m really scared of.
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The words give me goosebumps.
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“What if one day you simply feel indifferent?”
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Here today. Ghost tomorrow.
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By Rebecca Archer @wandering_in_heels
