“Maybe this is the end. The end of us.
And maybe, you won’t disagree.
That scares me the most.”
There’s always that voice in the back of my head, warning me of what may happen one day. The inevitable moment when we are no longer an us, but you and I. When we go our separate ways, alone. I wonder what that moment will feel like. And I try to prepare myself for it. Every day, I prepare myself for those moments to happen, and then the day passes and the fears begin all over again. And sometimes, when you look at me, I think to myself that maybe this is the end. The end of us. And maybe, you won’t disagree. Maybe those will be the words that leave your mouth. And that. That scares me the most.
© Sarah Doughty
Love is always stronger than fear.