I like the bubble I have created with you.

I like the way you make me laugh.

I like the smile on your face when your eyes look into mine.

I like our inside jokes and cute nicknames.

I like the way you kiss my forehead and call me beautiful.

I like how you kiss me, your body against mine.

I like every second I spend simply being with you.

I like that with you, we are the only two people in the world.

 

But the problem with bubbles is that sometimes they burst.

And I’m utterly terrified of ruining what I have with you.

It scares me most because, somehow, that’s what I always do.