Tongue-tied and full of fear

I seem at a loss for words. Tongue tied and confused, but never have I been more sure. I'm following you to a world I have never seen, a world where everything is upside down, and every word is spoken differently. I fear the sensation of being in such unfamiliar surroundings. And at the same time I can not wait. Can not wait to hear the lilting tones of another language, the colors of another culture. What I fear most is just how different I will be. I have grown use to blending in, don't get me wrong I also was my own person, but I knew how to hide. How is it that I am suppose to hide now? How am I suppose to sheild myself from everything that can hurt me, when all you do is pull me into the open. You are taking chances with me, risks. I am not a risk taker, I am careful, I am in control, and I am slowly losing it all.

I find though, that the feeling of falling isn't quite as frightening as I first thought it might be. If anything it is quite enjoyable. Don't get me wrong, I am still scared out of my skin, but I think I can take a chance. I think I can relinquish a bit of the leash that I have kept chained tightly around my life. I just hope that I won't lose all control. For if I did, I fear I would lose you too.