I'm afraid. I'm very afraid that it will all come crashing down about me, and we'll never speak to each other again. I suppose this feeling is natural, but I can't handle with the possibilities of failure. The hardest part to accept is the fact that I know it has to end at some point. The idealistic side of me however, screams that it doesn't have to. And, maybe he's right. But I still can't handle the future. I can't handle what I don't know, what may happen and what will happen. Maybe it's my immaturity acting as a poor shield; maybe I'm just a weak person. Either way, I don't want it to leave as quickly as it came. The whole thing seems so fragile to begin with. It feels like walking on a suspended tightrope, with two weeks' experience and only the clouds to break your sudden fall.