You're so lovely you've probably touched everyone's heart by now. I'm afraid that the day I've awaited for quite a long while will be a disappointment like every other thing I've gotten my hopes high for. I don't want you going around and doing things to other people like I keep imagining. I want to make you stay here with me but I guess there's just some things you just cannot do, no matter what. Maybe I'm just thinking incorrectly but I'm thinking of the worst possibilities. I'm being pessimistic, only for the reason to minimise the level of disappointments. You haven't let me down yet and I hope it remains this way. I'm so afraid of how I'm supposed to react when the day comes where you do the things that seem to make my whole world collapse and fall apart into pieces. I'm scared you'll just walk over me and leave permanent reminders of yourself within me. I know I'm not as perfect as everyone else. I know I may not be as good, not as beautiful; not even close, I know I may not be as tall or have a picture perfect body image or physical appearances but I am who I am. I want to be appreciated for that. For me.