The Life That Is Mine

I try so hard to act so confident and strong...to hide each weakness and the nagging insecurities. But I'm very fragile...shattered and so loosely glued back together. I am weak...so susceptible to injury.
I'm falling for you hard...and I'm scared...but want desperately to ignore my fears. When I'm with you, my worries are lifted...momentarily pushed back into a place that allows me to smile...to believe in love...and to peacefully sleep long enough to dream.
Laying in your strong, safe arms...pressed against your baby smooth skin...smelling your distinct, alluring smell with each inhale...knowing that I will never forget it...and periodically feeling your full, soft lips press softly against my forehead.
I begin to feel lost in you, my legs intertwined in yours...feeling your gentle breath steadily warm my cheek as my head gently rises and falls in unison with your perfectly muscular chest.
The way that you notice when my toes are cold and immediately wrap them in the warmth of yours...the way you lightly run your fingers over each curve of my body sending chills down my spine and releasing butterflies in my stomach. The way you relax your hold on me when I need to adjust my position in the middle of the night and then promptly pull me back into your arms and caress me back to sleep.
The way we playfully argue about who is better...Kobe or Michael. The way I can act goofy without hesitation. The way you look at me...the way that your eyes seem to genuinely care. The way your smile lights me up inside.
Each moment with you feels so right...but I worry that you don't feel the way that I do. I worry that the intensity and passion that I feel are unmatched...and may eventually be abandoned. Yet somehow, even that crushing possibility seems to be completely overshadowed by any opportunity that I am granted to feel the special way that you make me feel.
Upon our first meeting, your outward beauty was immediately matched with an internal beauty that is so complete...so powerful. I have only known you a short time and yet you make me feel as though it has been forever. I question myself...am I being reckless...getting attached too soon...setting myself up to be hurt? But then I lock eyes with you and feel connected to you in a way that I can not describe. It's as if my thoughts repeatedly jump from my mind to your lips and I wonder if I unknowlingly said them out loud...I didn't. You and I are are just so much alike...so perfectly different and perfectly alike...a balance that can not be created if not naturally there.
I want to ask you if there is anyone who takes my place in your arms on the nights that I lie alone...but I am scared. I don't want to so much as even open myself up to the possibility of an answer that would sadden me...even though it is something that I must find the courage to ask. I just don't want to forfeit the way that you make me feel. I'm scared. I'm falling for you hard.
Please don't hurt me.