Why do I always cry when I think about why I love you?

Why am I so scared?

It is a new experience. 
It is like feeling heat but not knowing the source.

And then
One day you realize 
You're able to open the frosted glass doors.

And behind them 
There is the fire.

Burning with peaceful conviction. 
Patient warmth.

Something new but familiar.
Beautiful but risky.
Contained but powerful.