I think about stuff too much

I hate it when he says that hes ugly, that he's not clever.  He's prettier than me by far.

He's one of the most genuine and beautiful people I have ever met. Inside and out.
He is impossible, the amount that we have in common.

The the four things I love most about him are:
those creases around the sides of his eyes as he smiles,
his smile,
that one dimple on the side of his cheek that appears as he does so,
and the way looks at me when he thinks he's just got away with something.

It maybe completely mad but so far in this world I have never met a person that I want to be mine more.

Yet I'm terrified.

I have wanted someone like him for so long, that I feel that maybe fate has been a little too kind.        Not kind enough it seems. Only just breaching that line.
Pacing the sides threatening to wipe it out completely.
It might me that rubs it out, with my own track record of hurt neither would surprise me. 
Or maybe this line will disappear, scared of me, body and soul. 
That would not surprise me either.