Fear

Sure, we all know what it is. But have you actually ever felt it?
I'm not talking about scary movie fear or monster under the bed fear.
But genuine breath-stopping-blood-draining-feel-like-you're-going-to-
puke-your-guts-out-along-with-your-lunch-shit-yourself-crying-
oh-my-gawd-where-did-all-of-the-oxygen-in-this-room-go?! fear. The kind that slaps you in the face and you're left reeling for hours. It's intense. It's terrifying. Not till today did I understand what fear, actual fear, was like.
For a full thirty seconds, I couldn't move. I didn't breathe, I didn't blink. I was frozen, like a deer in the headlights. It sounds so silly, considering nothing really bad happened. But the fact that it could have stopped me dead in my tracks.

But we cant go on every day fearing things that could happen.
Even though most days, I do.
I vow to stop as soon as I'm gone, when I'm with her and I can forget how terrible the world can be.
Even if it's just for a little while.


Erro.