“I want to be scared.” “Why?” “Because it means something.” On the verge of running, screaming, crying, or blowing up, I met his eyes again, waiting for him to put me out of my misery. Waiting for Finn to unleash me, setting me loose on whatever emotion he was about to stab me with. It means something. “I’m scared of losing you. Of missing you. Of wanting you more than you want me. Of pushing you away when you get tired of my phobias. Of having you and losing you in the same lifetime. I…I don’t think I’d survive it.”
