i dove into you.

this is the scary part. the part when things are fucking great and you're already telling me you love me. and i want to believe you, god knows i want to, but i can't. i can't believe you because the last time someone told me they were in love with me, i died. and i'm just now getting back up from it. this is the scary part. when things are this amazing, when things seem too good to be true, they probably are and i'm scared. i'm scared because i know myself and i know that i won't run even if i think i should. i'm scared because my feelings get stronger every day, every hour, every minute, every second and i know soon i will be head over heels and i will open up completely again and i'll be vulnerable and this will have the chance, once again, to kick my ass. love is a fucking bacteria that if you don't clean around it well, it will infect you and fucking kill you. i don't want this to happen again. i want to run but something tells me not to, so i won't.