The past no longer clings to me,
I’ve let it go, it’s far away.
Now, only the present breathes within me,
and you… somehow, you light a flame in me every day.
And yes, I’m a little afraid,
because I feel myself starting to love again.
Not afraid like someone expecting pain,
but like someone who just doesn’t want to mess this up.
Because it’s good with you.
You make me laugh, you calm me down,
and sometimes I catch myself
just thinking about you during the day,
and that alone makes me happy.
So this fear isn’t a sad one,
it’s more like a soft trembling in my heart,
like when something beautiful
isn’t certain yet, but it’s already almost here.
Yes, I’m afraid to love.
But maybe for the first time,
not because I might lose you,
but because maybe, just maybe,
I’ve finally found you.