I’ve thought up of a thought of something. 
When I’m alone with my mind...
It’s an idea; it’s what I thought
Thinking, thinking and I thought
It’s love that’s why I’m afraid...
Having something more than I knew
And have it later be gone...
I don’t know if I can take that.
If I love... I can’t hurt... be hurt itself...
But what if I love something else...
I’ll hurt my love I knew 
Love hurts...
Love is fear...
I want a new love 
Die old love... live new love...
New identity breathes 
Old identity decays
And I’m afraid to confront 
Because my old love is a history of something 
I can’t let go...
I can’t dissipate... 
I’m not feeling. 
I grow and my mind changes and I grow again.
A new way will make me need, want, desire, hunger...
I’ll loose control... 
Which is a better way for me to be...
I get scared that I won’t love you the same anymore
Will I ever stop loving you?
Will you stop loving me?
Will our happiness together die away?
Or will one stay while one leaves away...
I get scared...
Do you know if you’ll love me forever?