I am afraid of heights, I am afraid of earthquakes, I am afraid of dogs, but most of all I am afraid of love. To have something and lose it is the scariest thought of all.  The agony of missing and longing for something is something I don’t want to bear. So I play it safe. I operate from the mind and not the heart. I don’t keep people too close. I don’t become too dependent.

Oh,  but how much am I losing. The moments I never feel, the things I never see because I am too afraid to love. Too afraid to even love me.  To be truly fearless I need to address the main thing that has kept me at bay. I need to learn to be vulnerable. I need to learn to be close. I need to learn to share, and learn to hope. Disappointments will come and I will surely cry. But I will have lived and my fear will have died.