I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning.
I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.)
I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right.
Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts.
Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful.
I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right. "