I just know.

Anyone who'd come after you, would be a second choice.
And I'm afraid, you'll always be my first choice.
I can feel it in my entire body. Under my skin. In any nerves that your contact wakes up in me. Any heartbeat that you provoke.
You know how they say you just know?
Well, I just know.
And I have to pretend that I don't.
Or I'd be called crazy. Or it might scared you away.
And what if I'm wrong?
How do you recover?
What's going to happen?
I've never wanted to pressure the future.
But our future is pressuring me.
I'm worried. Scared. It gets me sick.
The thought of losing you, me, whatever is it we have.. I just can't cope.
I need you to tell me.
Tell me it's going to be okay.
Tell me you have a plan.