You say you love soups, but when it is hot, you try to cool it.
You say you love long walks, but when the road is rough, you find a vehicle to ride.
You say you love messy hair, but when you face the mirror and see your messy hair, you get a brush and comb it.
And now that you say you love me, should I be happy or lonely? I’m afraid that one day you may realize that I lack something you need and might not accept me for me.
I’m afraid of that.
I’m afraid of you. You saying you love me and doing the other way around.