I sometimes find myself waiting for the day when all the excitement we feel right now, all the sparks and joy to be gone. I sometimes wonder if this one gonna last. Out of my excitement to marry you, to live my life with you, to become your wife, to take care of you and to spend the rest of my life with you with perhaps a little family of our own, I somehow find myself thinking and waiting for the love to be gone. Maybe I am afraid. Maybe I didn't trust enough. Maybe I, maybe my past relationship makes me a person I never want to become. Maybe I couldn't love you enough because I didn't love myself enough. Maybe I never heal. You are my home but am I yours?