I'm scared. I'm scared that I'll make so many excuses as to not becoming a writer that I'll lose my chance to achieve my dreams. I'm scared that I won't ever fall in love. Or worst, I'm scared I do fall in love and that person ends up leaving me. I'm scared that I won't ever be able to support my family financially.

Why does fear have so much power? Does it make me weak that I want to enjoy this lull for as long as it lasts?

Why didn't you want to stick it out with me?