Tu Principe | Prince Royce

Scared.

- My P.o.v -

Geoffrey was working in the studio. I had gotten off of work early. I needed to clear my head. I felt bad. Although, we had been talking for a while now, and we were pretty much always together, nothing has happened. I stop things from getting further. Technically, I blame myself. I need to stop already. It's not that I don't trust him, I do. I'm just scared of messing everything good up. I always do. I think that's my problem.

I started listening to some music. The volume was on full blast. I didn't know any other way to tell him. I'm a writer, a good one. So, I decided to use what I do best to let him know how I feel.

I started off by admitting I'm afraid of ruining what it is we have. I've done it in the past. What makes me think this time could be any different? Afterward, I let the pen take over. Four and a half pages of feelings in less than an hour. I knew I could continue on, but I brought my words to an end. I'm hoping he doesn't get caught off guard.

I just didn't want him to get tired of me and leave. I needed him to know. I don't know how'd I cope if I lost him. I'm tired of pretending I don't need him. The type of love we could end up having. I wanted to find out. Now, just the waiting part would leave me anxious.