Sometimes the fear is suffocating. The fear that the one you love will come to hate you as you hate yourself. That one day you will convince them that you truly are not enough. It happens in a blink, in an instant of doubt. Questioning what is true, honest, love, and hate.
But sometimes it is just as important to take a step back and see that with light there must be darkness; therefore, with love there must also be hate. The fear, however, is a matter of if that hate will be directed at you or elsewhere. Unfortunately, it is so simple to see hate in the world around you, making that fear that much more suffocating. For if we can find hate in that which surrounds us, why shouldn't we expect the one we love to find that hate as well?
It happens in an instance. A little annoyance, like a grain of sand under ones eyelid, only there for a second, a minuscule thing, but causes plenty of damage in that second. It only takes one crack to lead to a busted windshield. It only takes one tether to fray a tapestry into nothing but string.
So why should we not fear losing those we love? How strong can love be that it can outweigh hate? How strong does love need to be in order to ward against hate? The fear is suffocating.
But suffocating worth the fleeting moments of love?
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