This is the end if you want it.
I have not cried for God knows how long, but my eyes moistened more than once today. Graduation, farewells, coming home to an empty house. I can’t imagine this is how it should be, but it is what it is, or so they say.
I’ve discovered that I suffer from a terrible fear. Fear of loneliness. Fear of love. Fear of never being enough. I am a living paradox. I’m afraid of being alone for my whole life, but I find it so hard to think of committing my days and nights to one person. It’s scary. Can I ever be something that she needs?
This is nothing new, me and you. I’ve walked this floor and I’ve seen your face before; I’m not sure if I want it anymore. I close my eyes for a moment and you return.
I can’t promise to always hold every answer in the palm of my hand. I can’t promise to always have the words for every circumstance. I can’t promise to give you everything, but I can be your man
if you want it.
