Buried Emotions.

Occasionally I’m wrong, I hate the feeling. I may have destroyed something beautiful. The feeling of losing you scares me to the point of no return. Granted we tell everyone we’re “just friends” but it’s no one’s business. I hate sharing my emotions but for you I’d tell the world. Can we get past this? Or will you hate me because I’m emotionally damaged goods that no one wants? Don’t give up on me tell me we’ll get past this. Something tells me we will but most of me is still waiting for the worst. I’m use to the pain, but Id rather feel the joy with you.