My biggest fear isn't that you will lie to me or one day
you will cheat on me.
My biggest fear is that you will wake up before me
one Tuesday morning and instead of kissing me on
the cheek you will look at my sleeping body and start
to notice all of my flaws, my crooked nose, my
chapped lips and the stretch marks spread along my
stomach and thighs like a road map.
You will think about my random spouts of jealousy
and the fact that I talk too much you will remember
how annoying I am no matter what. How am always
right and just how selfish I can be sometimes.
Then you will walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of
black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of
sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the
conclusion that for no particular reason at all, you
don't love me anymore.
