im scared. really scared. that one day you will see this marriage as a convenience. like its just easier to stick it out than to leave. that you wont be here because you want to be anymore. im scared that we will be good for a long time, and then you will wake up one day and realize my body isnt quite as snapped up as it was once upon a time, or i have a wrinkle somewhere that you hadn’t noticed. that you will see my stretch marks as horror movies, rather than love stories. you will see my flaws in the daylight and it wont remind you of the love you had for me. im scared that you will one day become repulsed by the very details you claim to appreciate. i am scared that one day you will wake up and not think of me as the love of your life, but as your wife that exists in your life. i am scared the light i see in your eye when you look at me will fade out into a cloud.