Formas en las Nubes

I'm afraid.
What if everything turns out to be not-the-way-i-want-it?
What if the universe moves on, as if ignoring my wishes
What if you'll never love me no matter how much i seem to need it

I chose to hide
To avoid asking questions whose answers i might dislike.
To live in an eternal what-if, just on fear of the answers.
To let my mind fill the gaps, letting all those possibilities coexist in an unreal world.

it hurts.