Riddle Me Lover

My fear makes me imagine that you don't care about all of this. That you have other lovers, and I'm not particularly of any significance. My fear makes me imagine that you won't ever address this message or even want to see me when you get back. My fear makes me a fool, and as much as it hurts to be vulnerable, I need to practice engaging in my hurt as much as I engage in my tenderness and joy.