roots

I am not sure if it's fear of being abandoned but I think it is I'm just trying to comprehend it's roots, these dry roots, I am erratic and histrionic when a gent slowly distances themselves from me. red. the only color visible to me. the words I text are of urgency, passion and attack. "it's okay, I truly and deeply felt the ecstatic moments with you, thank you for loving me" is what I wish I texted. I am fragile and sensitive. I need my emotions to grow to be mature I want to water my roots.