Falling in Love
It's always scary starting over.
The scary thing about falling in love is having to start over with someone new. Having to tell them all your secrets, hobbies, what you love and learning to love yourself all over again with another.
Falling in love is so much more different than loving someone. When you say you love someone, you are only loving parts of that person. Solely choosing what parts to love and keep locked away but when you're in love it changes.
When you're in love with someone you accept every part of them and even their flaws. You open your eyes to someone loving every part of their personality and body.
It's scary falling in love, especially when it's your first time truly falling in love with someone.
The eyes can see what the heart cannot. Your eyes are the portal to your soul and the moment you look in that person's eyes it's like the world has stopped.
You feel everything, the fluttering of your heart, fast beating and the thoughts of every reason why you're in love with that person. Falling in love is even scarier when that person always puts a smile on your face because it's like you never smile then without them.
It's always scary falling in love because it scares you to know that you can lose the person you love. The reality of the world is when it comes to love not everyone stays together, not everyone stays in love but sometimes people will/can purposely say they love you without meaning it.
From personal experience, I know that feeling like the back of my hand. People will use others by using love as the main focal point regardless if you're male or female. I'm in love with my best friend and I fear losing him to distance.
Falling in love scares people and some may not admit it but everyone at some dark moment in their life will or has wished they had someone to love.
That's what's scary about falling in love. It's always about starting over and learning to love yourself and someone else again. It's about trusting someone new with your heart and expecting them not to break it but catch it.
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