SULLEN LOAD

I dedicate my subtle affection through a thin piece of fears and anxiety. Like sunlight suspended before the grey clouds and you are under: good things are abundant but they get filtered down to almost bits and more oftenly, particles.
I love him more than I have ever loved and I swear to god, oh, I swear to god himself that I love him and I picture us being in love, but I still get scared and and doubtful and shy because I know I am not enough for him.
Perhaps never will but there will be sunny days when the sun casts its rays without having to break down the fences of clouds and sometimes I love him too much to hide it.