Sometimes it scares me that all you've ever said to me were merely empty words. That all the good things will be replaced with misery in the end. I don't mean to be cynical, but I also have to be realistic. Because it is possible. And as I always remind myself, hope for the best but prepare for the worst.

I really respect you and like you to my core.
I just wanna be with you and give all my time to you and bring this relationship to a more concrete level.

I really wanna be with you.

I feel so alive with you.

I'm going crazy for you.

It's not infatuation. Nor is it lust.

I am happy with you.

You say all of these things to me and it scares me because I know well enough that not all love stories have happy endings.