I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she always struggled… And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.

I’m afraid of heights. Actually, I’m afraid of almost everything.
But if I let fear control me, I would never accomplish or enjoy anything. So I creep up to the edge of the cliff. I try to make friends with strangers at parties. I pet strange dogs. I ride roller coasters.
I will not allow fear to rob me of my good days.