There are so many things I want to tell you, To experience with you, To show you. But at the same time, I fear it all. What if all I want won't come true? What if, even if we commit to it all, we run out of time? Or worse. We have enough time, yet let it pass by without making the most of it? Without fully cherishing all the moments we have? All the little quirks that make us us . What if we become just one of those people who let the life pass them by, Instead of letting the life happen to us, In all its weirdness and glory? What if I loose you tomorrow, Without you really knowing how I feel, How much I admire you, How much I love you? What if I never get to see you grow into the person you are meant to be, To see you blossom in your whole might? What if I never get the chance to see how my love for you will grow and transform through time? What if I never get the chance to grow old with you in our little forest house by the lake? What if... ... There are so many wi