My biggest fear isn’t you lying to me or cheating on me one day. My biggest fear is that you will wake up before me one Tuesday morning, and instead of kissing me on the forehead you will look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. The way I wrinkle my nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks that cover me from belly to thigh like a road map. You’ll think of times I’ve been mean or the fact I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is that I’m always right and just how selfish I can be sometimes.
You will walk into the kitchen and make a milky coffee with one sweetener, stare at the Windows letting in the pale morning glow and Come to the conclusion, that for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore.
My only fear.
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