But what I realize, is that I fear not love, but possibilities. I wrap myself in insecurity, but I still admire the sanctity and the purity of what love tends to bring. Maybe I’ll find love hogging over french fries and onion rings, maybe I’ll find it frozen in the midst of chronic cycles of suffering. I don’t know, I can’t read fate; but if love is anything like what I’ve had to take, I think I prefer to wait.
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Thank you for your insight @shahaan. This is true. We all have insecurities but we must overcome them. And the way to overcome them is with love. We should never fear love because we are born of love, with love and filled with love. We must share it with the world always. If we were to accept this as our guide, then what a peaceful road we would travel.