If I let her love me

I went to a cafe to read a book and I must've fallen asleep because I saw a woman so beautiful she could've only been a dream.

We locked eyes for a moment but she quickly turned away, with her perfect imperfections I'm unworthy of her gaze.

I wish I had a magnet that could pull her close to me, or a charm, to convey the words I'm supposed to speak.

Instead I usually freeze, I can't relax, forget to breathe, if we had the chance to meet it wouldn't matter, not with me.

I'm a coward, I'm weak.

There's a part of life called love, and without this part I'm incomplete.

The reason is I'm scared.

I'm afraid of rejection and even if I face this fear I'm afraid of affection.

I avoid the connection to avoid the betrayal, sparing the risk of a life I don't know.

Because if I let her love me, and she left me...

I might not let her go.