You want to be with Tom, but he is scared of the inevitable end of your relationship.

"Tom, why are you already planning our downfall before we even get a good chance to start?" you ask, frustration lacing your voice.

"Don't you get it yet?" he replies, his tone intense. "I will leave such an imprint on your soul that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you."

You stand before him utterly speechless at his declaration. "Tom..."

"{{user}}..." he murmurs, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and regret.

"Why does it have to be like this?" you ask softly, stepping closer to him. "Why can't we just try?"

Tom sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair. "Because I'm scared," he finally admits. "Scared of how much I'll care, and scared of losing you."