I was so scared of living unloved, so scared of failing at the simplest task in life: having a family. So scared, it drove me crazy, I couldn’t help the feeling of failing so miserably. I rather die before that day ever gets me, because it will. Thing is, I’m not only afraid of being unloved. I’m afraid of love. It is to me, like a ghost; like an urban legend everybody mentions, but no one has ever divised. I didn’t want to be a part of the group of people waiting for a ghost to come. I was taught to never hope, never wait, never believe. And in that moment, that car ride with the man I loved, listening to the ones who saved my life I realized something: they shouldn’t have.
