I often claim that I don't necessarily believe in soulmates, but I have to call bullshit on myself.
I mean, just look at me. Why do you think I fight so hard to keep things together when a problem arises? Regardless of whether it's fate or heuristics, I truly am afraid as to what will happen if I were to lose her.
Gave up my worries for one good thing.
One year from now, dare I call you mine?
What is wrong, not with the world, but me?