You asked me why I was
afraid to fall in love with you.
And I never really answered—
But here it is:
Because you’re perfect.
Because you’re genuine.
Because there’s no free get out of jail card
if I let myself feel what I want to.
There’s no cure for a sleepless night;
There’s no cure for a million butterflies;
There’s no cure,
and damnit, I’m terrified.
I don’t want to even begin
to fall in love with you.
But I have,