I’m scared of you telling me you’ve stopped loving me at 2pm in the middle of a parking lot. I’m scared of you telling me you’ve stopped loving me when we wake up one morning. I’m scared of you one day telling me you’ve stopped loving me after I tell you how much I love you. My mind is full of uninvited scenarios of you flatlining my heart with “I don’t love you anymore.” So please try to understand me when I randomly ask you if you still love me.
- Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing