An Ode to Fleabag

Love is for the brave-hearted,

All my life I have been faint-hearted, running away from all kinds of commitments.

When I met you, I knew the time I had come to stop the rat race for I was never going to win in a competition I had created for myself.

With you, I became fearless enough to acknowledge my own shortcomings.

And so, here I am, standing before you, wearing my heart on my sleeve, asking for a reprieve from the solitude that I had grown so comfortable in.

Love is for the brave-hearted, but when I met you I knew I could never be brave enough to let you go.