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.