He asks “Why are you afraid of love?” But I’m not afraid of love
I love the spice of Lebanese food and the thrill of carnival rides. I love red grapes without the seeds and the smell of gasoline. I love the burn of tequila shots and the taste of cherry tea.
I’m not afraid of love, I’m afraid of falling in love.
Falling in love and finding how he doesn’t love you back, that’s how you die while still breathing.