Cool hands, warm heart; big dreams, false starts

Sometimes I love you so much I’m afraid of it.

Afraid I’m too far ahead,

Afraid you won’t understand, won’t want it.

Afraid I’m putting too much of myself into us, into you.

Afraid I’ll lose sight of how to be strong, steady, independent.

Afraid of how much I need from you.

Turn Around – The Postal Service

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