If you want to leave, go ahead. I told you I’m done dating — I’m looking for my husband. I prayed for him and what I wanted him to be, and the next day I met you. You’re everything I asked for, which honestly freaks me out because I don’t fall or trust this fast. You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever met, and seeing you do your goofy little dances makes me think you’d be the kind of dad who teaches our kids it’s okay to be weird and bold. When I saw you in bed with your glasses on, I pictured us years from now, and it scared me because I’m falling hard. I’ve been hurt before, my dad cheated, and I never want that for my family. My anxiety makes me overthink and panic, and I’m sorry if that hurt you. I’m not crazy, just scared of losing someone who already means so much.