Falling in love is never easy.
Even when I'm still young, full of hormones and love should come naturally to me, it doesn't.
Knowing you are showing an vulnerable side of yourself to another being is terrifying and while I like to tell myself, that I am not craving a warm body by my side, a hand to hold during the night, I know that I do.
Where can I find the person to share myself with? Who is able to love me when I am unlovable, presenting my errors openly, struggling with the disease that's called life?
Stories are told about undying love, about never giving up and growing old together and I know it has to be fiction.
Oh, I know but telling myself a pretty lie is certainly better than facing the ugly truth;

People like me will die alone.