You told me once that to fear something meant to obsess over it. To memorize it. To learn everything and anything there is to know about it, but I disagree. I think that’s what it means to love something because that’s how I feel about you. If anything, Maya, the only thing I fear about you is that you’ll never love me back. But even that isn’t enough to diminish my feelings. Whether or not I can have your heart, I’ll continue to love you more than I did yesterday, and I know I’ll love you more tomorrow than I did today.
