I’m not only torturing myself, but her too. At least I think I’m torturing her, but I won’t know until I see her. I’ve pushed past fear my entire life. Fear of coming out from under the bed or the kitchen table. Fear of standing up to him. Fear of not being good enough to make the top league in my area. Fear of not getting a scholarship to college to play. Fear of not getting into the league. Fear of not coming through for my team. Fear isn’t some new emotion, and it’s never stopped me before. Ever.
