Perhaps I should invest in lemons instead?

I'll ask you to sit under a lemon tree with me and you'll reject because lemons are sour. But I'm not asking you to eat one. I'm asking you to sit under the tree of sour lemons with me. I'll eat them. You don't have to. But I want you to look into my eyes as my face scrunches from the acid unpleasantness. I want you to hold my hand as I suck the sharp juice from the soft flesh. I want you to help me eat lemons, Baby. But just like him, you'll run. That's okay, it's what I expect. And I'm prepared.

Am I afraid of losing you? If you asked me three weeks ago I would have said not particularly. But now that I've showed my true colours (a palette of grey scale) I know it's only a matter of time. I'm afraid now because I've invested my love-pennies in the stock of our relationship. Thankfully, I learned from my last loss to never invest all those pennies at once. But it still hurts to lose some. And I hope my need to eat lemons doesn't destroy this investment.