I hate this phobia. I hate it so much. There’s this girl, C. She’s the most amazing girl I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I am completely, totally, head over heels in love with her. I have been for over a year, and I messed it up. Now, she’s back in my life. She’s telling me she that she loves me. And I want to believe her. Want to believe that we can work this out, that we can be together. My mind is whacking out, telling me there is no chance. That she doesn’t really love me, and I am going to be reduced back to being alone. Forever. Like in my nightmares. I love her more than I love myself, and I would do anything in the world to make her mine. But, I’m terrified.