Be Scared, My Love

I know your heart is scared—

to feel again,

to try again,

to open and let love find its way in.

To let happiness rest in your chest

without waiting for the moment it disappears.

I know that every smile,

every kiss,

every shared laugh,

is both breathtaking and terrifying.

Not because it’s wrong,

but because it feels like home.

You love the way my hand finds yours,

how our bodies seem to know the same language.

The way we speak the same thought

without needing words.

How each kiss feels less like a habit

and more like a promise—

a promise of tomorrows soft with love.

Life with you feels like what life should be—

playful,

adventurous,

quiet,

safe,

and achingly real.

And maybe that’s what scares us most—

that it feels right enough to lose.

We dream of the same simple things:

a life made of peace and laughter,

of being held through the heavy days,

and celebrated in the light ones.

Of little loves tucked into corners,

spilling warmth into every space we share.

I know this kind of giving feels raw and unnerving,

and the weight of it can be almost too much.

But I’m here—

with my own fragile heart,

with my own quiet fears—

holding your hand,

and choosing you again and again.

So be scared, my love.

But stay.

Let’s forge a life from courage, not fear—

for you,

for me,

For what awaits us,

for the beautiful becoming

we’ve already begun.