7509.) I know you like me. You told me. And I think I like you. But here’s the problem: I’m scared. I’m scared of opening up. I’m scared of letting you in. I'm scared to kiss you. I don’t want you to wake up one day and realize you don’t like me. Because if you did, I would break, and it wouldn't look like it from the outside, but on the inside, I would be crumbling.