My insecurities are eating me alive.

I’ve changed.  We’re not kids anymore no matter how much I wish this was still the case.  I know I love you and I know I am fucking terrified that one day you’re going to leave me here.  I imagine that once you’ve seen beauty and light the world can get so much darker than you’ve ever imagined.

I’m just hoping that if I keep telling myself I’m not worthless it’ll make it true.