Should I Be Scared?

I love you so much that it is honestly very scary.

I love you that sometimes I look at you and I feel like I could love you for the rest of my life.

Like I could watch you grow old, bald, with a pot belly and it would be the most beautiful sight in the world. You know, to have seen you age so graciously.

I love you in a way that I’d want to cook breakfast for you and make sure your clothes are ready in the morning and your shoes are shined. I love you in a way that I would want to make your day happy and when it’s not, I’d like to be the person to change that.

I love you that it’s really scary. Scary because I didn’t really know that you could have these feelings. Because I’ve never had these feelings.

I love you in a way that I pray that God fixes me. I pray that I can fix myself. I pray that I can be that person for you. That I can be someone strong enough for you. Someone smart enough. Someone responsible enough. Someone who is enough. Someone you can look at and be proud of. Someone you can smile about.

I love you.I love you in a what the hell happened to me kind of way. I love you in a- that is so completely not me kind of way.

I love you so much that I just made the crappiest love letter ever. And there is nowhere to insert my poor humor.

That’s what you do to me.