I fear that I’ll never know what it’s like to be held by someone who wants to be with me in sickness and in health.
What if I never find someone who cares for me more deeply than anything else in this world?
Someone who holds fast to their worth in Christ and not their worth in the world’s eyes?
What if I never find someone who’ll just sit and enjoy my company?
I fear that I’m hoping for nothing.
I’m afraid that my fear will be my undoing.
I’m terrified that I’ll never know what it’s like to see the man I love at the end of the aisle.
I’m scared that I’ll never walk down the streets with cocoa in one hand and their hand in the other.
What if I don’t find it?
What if my fear really is my undoing?”
— it’s late and i’m scared