I'm not capable. To myself, I am not qualified. To him, however, I am. In his eyes, I never mess up. What about in my eyes?

     I frequently feel insecure. Insecure, I will say the wrong thing, look at him the wrong way, make a bad decision, and a lot of the times I'm scared I will make him leave.

     These fears. They often hold me back. They make me want to push people away. Most of the time, I move them out until they finally leave. Then I am left wondering why... did they go me? Why did they up and leave?

    But they didn't. They listened to my silenced screams, My worry-filled eyes, and my head. They saw my brain take control instead of my heart. Because my heart always wanted them to stay, but my conscience wouldn't let that happen. My fears. My insecurity.

Why did they leave again? Oh right. Me.