I wish I wasn’t broken and knew how to love my self. I want to be able to accept the love that treats me right without having to be scared. Commitment scares the shit out of me. I was brought up in a world where love was shouting and name calling. Where the kisses were ugly looks and compliments was a word unknown to my vocabulary. I’ve seen what falling out of love looks like. What the demon of jealous can do. But I’ve seen what determination can bring and what marriage means. That’s why I get scared knowing I’m expected to marry.