“I’m scared as hell to want you, but here I am wanting you anyways.”

Now I know how Meredith Grey feels.

I’m scared to want you. I’m scared of always wanting to see your face.

I’m scared to want you. I’m scared of this growing need to talk to you everyday.

I’m scared to want you. I’m scared that I’m having daydreams about the possibilities of us.

I’m scared to want you. I’m scared of this feeling of constantly craving for your company.

I’m scared to want you. I’m scared of this longing to feel your hand on mine again.

I’m scared to want you. I’m scared that I’m pining for you to engulf me in your arms again.

I’m scared to want you. Yet, I still want you anyway. And badly.

I’m scared to want you. I’m scared of you finding out.