Something that seems rather surreal to me at this point in time.

Then again, pretty words mean little as compared to actions.

Which equates to me being the equivalent of inaction in a tangible essence.

And besides, everything I've said, and could've said, has been said, and everything that has been said has been said at least a few hundred times.

I'm afraid that what's been said will have lost some meaning, being diluted by repetition, and hence causes myself to seem slightly more insincere each time.

I'm just as paranoid, in a sense, although in a different way.

I'm afraid I'll start to take for granted, this feeling.

I'm afraid I'll let it all get to my head.

I'm afraid I'll let you down.

I'm afraid I'll never understand completely.

But then for now,

I am unafraid.

I.

Love us. Love you.

Forever.

Promise.

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