uncertainties

The pessimist in me suspects you are absolutely be no good for me, while the realist argues the same could be said about anyone and the optimist doesn't care because of how I feel about you. I can't say I love you now, but that's not to say I never did. I like you very much, enough to want to see you and hear you and touch you and taste you and to want you to see me and hear me and touch me and taste me. Sometimes you scare me though. It's not that I think you will hurt me. It's just that sometimes I don't know what you are doing or why you are doing it.