So before you go...
I want to ask you
how you feel about me,
but I'm absolutely terrified you won't give me a satisfactory response.
When your gaze lands on me,
I want to know how your eyes perceive me.
How does it feel to be so gravely treasured by someone?
I want to know.
If you lose me one day,
will you still search for me to make sure your eyelashes once more hold my brown void eyes,
which are filled with the visceral sentiments of your thoughts?
I want to know
if you are undoubtedly, genuinely terrified of losing me
or its just my imagination which makes me feel that you too care for me the way i do for you.