“My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day or that you’ll cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me on a Tuesday morning & instead of leaning in & kissing me on the cheek , you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all my flaws. My ugly nose, my chapped lips & the stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a road map. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk to much. Or how bad my depression & anxiety gets. You’ll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I’m always right (even when I’m wrong) & just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen , brew a cup of black coffee. Stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, & come to a conclusion , that for no particular reason at all, you just don’t love me anymore..”
— Thoughts that keep running threw my mind every night…

















