Dear ghost,
Why is it so, that I feel a tremble in my chest as they come closer to me? The coward in me shivers while stuttering that I should be afraid of them.The devil in me scoffingly claim that they are but emphemeral. why is it so, that I am afraid to love and be loved? I have dreamt of this. In my fantasy, they are vision of heaven. It is what shall make me feel what ecstasy amidst comfort seems like.
I have, not once but as many as i can count, begged for someone or anyone to love me, love me, love me but the minute they knock on the door, I search for a window to jump from. I might as well dwell in my dreams. Guess I am just a coward and it is okay. Just be brave enough until you ruin it.
Yours even as I fear to be.