You said to me that I should know that you have feelings for me. I said I don’t understand why? I am not worthy of someone as intelligent and as beautiful as you. You said you didn’t understand why I would say that. I said you would never understand. My mind always thought it would be a joy if you felt for me. And now that you do, I don’t know how to convince my mind. My heart soars, it leaps, and it summersaults, and my mind? It holds me back and it says I am getting ahead of myself. How will this work? How will I be able to hold myself up if yet another love fails. How will I start again with someone new? The thought of exposing my feelings, my insecurities, my fears and my hopes to you is unthinkable to me. Then to rebuild that wall when you eventually leave me or worse yet get bored of me, is a painful burden. Yet I know it is inevitable. You said let’s try it out for a while. I said I don’t want to become attached to you and then watch you leave me stuck with all these feelings and memories. You and I don’t think the same. You will run and I will sink. Yet the butterflies in my stomach, the feeling of light pink and yellow flowers with bright green stems growing within me tells me its ok. They tell me that it’s worth it. They tell me to give it a chance, to not let them down, to not let them wilt and to grow them and water them and love them. And so, with a heavy mind, a thumping heart and a fluttering stomach, I put my trembling hand in his.