Someday, I may no longer crave for you. I may not talk to you every single day, listening to you all your woes and worries. I may not be bothered at all with the photos of yourself that you send to me. I may not feel the need to see you, touch you or feel you. Someday, our paths may no longer be in the vectors moving in the same direction. Heck, we may not even exist in the same plane anymore.
But I'm scared when that day comes. I'm scared that I can never find someone like you worth fighting for; someone so selfless and helpful, dedicated and compassionate, yet a little fiery and crazy. I'm scared that the day I stop craving for you is the day I stop feeling and stop needing.
I don't want that day to come. I want to do things right and at least give a little try.
