Yes.

Fear masks..
The joy of finding a person who likes me as myself…who likes my very being
The joy of finding a person whom I love, trust, admire, honour more than anyone else..more than myself.

Huh…
I am helpless..I cannot promise that I will be with him till my last breath.

I pity myself.

The excitement, joy, blush are nowhere found…Melancholy remains…
What a pity!