attachment nightmares.

I hope you become one of the things that last forever, for I don't want to wake up and find myself flooded with all what life drowns me in and never find my lifeboat there to hold on to. 

I'm not ready to grieve yet, not ready to try filling an empty void I'm unsure of how deep it is, or even try and flip my life back to normal after being used to the giddiness that runs in my blood.

Oh, my love, I'm afraid of how intertwined our souls are now, of how tight they're clenching, 

but I'm more afraid of what happens if you decide to let go and how a part of me can be gone forever in the blink of an eye, leaving me incomplete.