Fear Of Jumping

What good is the perfect girl if its not the perfect time? 

What good is finding love if it can potentially make you blind to factors about a person that any other individual Would run from. Buried low head first in its supposed glory yet ironically high with this euphoric emotion... However euphoria is a temporary state, soon to be lackluster, the sensation slowly dwindling... 

Is that my fear talking? 

The fear of not being able to hold onto the original level of intoxication that would grant me the courage to leap, Somehow allowing it to slip so far through my fingers,

 It becomes almost effortless to step over and past it.

 Or possibly its the fear of putting my heart in the wrong hands, 

Or the right hands at the wrong time. 

It could be that I don't think I'm mature enough for the responsibilities that come along with the idea of falling. 

But then again there are those, younger than I, who have dabbled in the realm of matrimony. 

Perhaps they dove into something without fully understanding and I'm doing the right thing by holding off... 

Or maybe they know something I don't. 

They could know how messed up the world really is 

And if you're lucky to find one good person you should keep them.... 

I'm rambling... Let me think...

 What if something in my past has caused me to be so emotionally detached 

That supposing there is a battle between heart and mind, triumphant is logic over emotion. 

I know this may be "normal", but after so many years can this be reversed? 

Will I miss my opportunity to fall?