You know, among all the old letters lying around my room that I wrote you, none of them you have read. And I don’t mind. It gives me comfort. It gives me clarity among the confusion you throw at me. And I don’t mind loving you, without anything in return. But I’m really frightened by the idea of not finding love. Even if it isn’t you. I’m frightened by the idea that I might end up alone because I never gave up on you. I’m afraid of missing out, and losing the person I was meant to meet. I don’t want to be by myself. I want to love and be loved.. with strength and passion, and even all the painful things that come along with love.