paranoid me

i still can't read you. i still get nervous as to what you might be thinking. i stress over the fact that something seems to be wrong and maybe, just maybe with a big possibility i might have caused you to feel such. i'm paranoid, i know. but i guess that's how it is when you care for someone. you fret, you worry, you agonize... that in a flash of a moment, you might make a wrong move to cause 
the fragile connection to break 

and 

be 

shattered 

forever.