Passion
When I speak to someone about their hopes and dreams, their fears, and passions, I want them to speak honestly and from their soul and heart. I want to feel their passions are mine as I listen to them. I need to see what they consider to be important I want them to explain it why they love what they love.
When he says to me “I care about you” there is passion in his voice. His words hold meaning, and I love that his words carry meaning. I didn’t know I could experience anything like that, I write about it because it’s something I dreamed about. I didn’t expect to feel the way I’m feeling about him, it was out of my control. I tried to stop it for a little while because I am afraid.
I am scared of the feelings that he seems to cause. I am afraid of the hope that he will give me and rip it away. I don’t want to put too much faith into it and be left again sad and broken. I want to trust that he won’t allow that to happen, I am trying to believe in his word, but I can’t make myself … I can’t give myself to him when I’m so unsure. I don’t want to do this and regret it.
Here is where I stop… Sometimes it gets too personal.