Dear most loved lover, 

I sat here ... and thought of you. 

I felt something everytime you spoke, everytime you breathed. 

I want to say it was fear because then I would have a reason to leave you, 

-to protect me-

-to survive you-

-to pretend you never existed-

but you see, it wasn't you.

It was me, I was the fear.

-fear of losing you-

-fear of leaving you-

-fear of being left behind-

I wanted you to know this

but mostly I wanted you to know my biggest fear,

the fear of not being loved back.

Love, your least loved lover