You fell in love with me fast enough to scare me. I'm not afraid because you are in love with me, but because falling in love quickly comes with the tendency to fall out of love quickly. That kind of love is a firework: loud, bright, enrapturing, a burst of beauty. So quickly expanding in the sky, so quickly replaced by another in a show of sparks and just as enchanting. And with you, I will accept nothing less than a Promethean flame and all its implications (excepting the thievery). I want everything we have to be godly, preciously guarded, resilient by nature and by necessity that mirrors my need for you. When I say that I love you with hesitation, I mean to say that I love you with hesitation and fear. I will never be afraid of your love, but it scares me 6 feet under thinking about how quickly your fuse could burn out.