When I first saw you, I was scared to talk to you.
When we first met, I was scared to look at you.
Because if I looked at you, I was scared you’d see the broken heart and all these scars.
When I called you, I was scared to be me.
Because if I let you get to know me, I was scared you would judge me.
When we spoke for over five hours, I was scared you would misunderstand me.
Because my heart was yours, I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same.
When we went out to watch the Hot Tub Machine, I was scared you would be bored.
When we continued talking, I was scared I’d fall for you.
When you made it clear you weren’t interested, I was scared to understand how broken I was.
But when you kept me around, I was scared to seem clingy.
Then you let me in, I was scared to let you in my heart
So I decided to walk away, I was scared you’d treat me the way you did when we first met.
But, God worked his magic and I came back to you, I was scared I was giving up something real.
Then I fell madly in love with you, I was scared it was too late - my heart was yours.
In time, you said those words “I Love You”, and I was scared about indulging in my first real commitment
But we blossomed but I was scared I wasn’t good enough
As the time flew by, I was scared you were becoming too much apart of me
And as you became so much apart of me, I became scared to the thought of ever losing you
But now that I know you’re mine for real, I’m scared to ever think about my life without you.
