is love all of the attention in the world? feeling like you're surrounded by a warm fuzzy blanket that wants to protect you from the dangers the world has to offer? what is it? how does it form? in what ways does it affect you and how does it become mutual?
the feelings are there, i can't help but to want to stop at every hint of trouble. i'm more willing to stop and run away, than become more attached and watch him grow into something that i can be happy with. i am happy...
or maybe i just don't know how to be happy with what i have.. because im scared of being comfortable then BAM. it all ends.. like it always does
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