I miss your voice, your smile, and those eyes that drive me wild. I miss your touch, your skin on mine, and the feeling of being love for the first time. I miss the way it felt when I was sleeping in your arms, completely safe from harm. I’ve felt these feelings before but last time he left with more than just memories. Is that how love is supposed to be? Constantly wondering what if, what if he doesn’t feel the same about you, what if he takes a part of you that you can’t take back, and what if he doesn’t want you anymore? These questions are what keep me away from true love. These questions are why I can’t be completely myself when I’m in love because I’m afraid of being hurt again.