I am worried about being in love, because it involves asking so much. I am worried that my life will never fit into his. That I will never know him. That he will never know me. That we get to hear the stories, but never get to hear the full truth.
I am anxious about falling in love because it requires revealing so much of oneself and making oneself vulnerable. I fear that my life and experiences might not align with his, creating a gap that may never be bridged.
I worry that although we share stories, the full truth of who we are may never be fully understood or communicated. There is a concern that genuine connection might remain elusive, hidden behind the façades we present.
