I used to say I want to die before I’m old.

I even had a number in my head. I’ve believed it for so long that my mind had me dream about it more times than once.

I guess you could say that it’s my biggest fear, getting to the point where I’m just weak.

What I’ve realized as of late is that I’m weak now. Maybe it’s not a weakness of the body, but it’s a weakness in the mind.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be vulnerable and to let your guard down.

You can tear me down whenever you want.

Why is it then that since you came into my life, I’ve never felt stronger?

The more I get to know you, the more I feel I can endure.

Getting old doesn’t even seem scary.

A young life without you is the real fear.

You’re my weakness and my strength all in one.

You have my weakness in the palm of your hand, but I’ve never seen anyone treat it with more care.

I thought about dying before I reached old age, but that was before I met you.