Social Anxiety

I think love is a lot like us. In truth, it's hard. At least for me. To reach into my heart and pull each thought Like some sort of note, to resort to the most simplistic of notion. It all seems so simple. To walk up towards the one we love and tell them how we truly feel. At least for me. To be honest I don't think it's entirely the thought of being rejected. But the actual declaration and the realization that everything that you hope and dream stares back at you and it's not reciprocated where imagination meets reality. At least for me. Reaching back into my heart and scrambling around for another note. The small things in an ocean of thought that could go wrong. The sudden rush of thoughts that prevent such circumvention. The first step of telling you that I love you. At least for me. Seeing your face again, makes it so much easier. Knowing that you would never let me drown