I was telling The Girl the other night about how, in another universe, we never met, and I got a chill down my back. At this point in my life, it is really quite the scary proposition to think of a life without her. This is why I think I've become more afraid of "stuff". I've become more afraid of crime, of road hazards, and of the world in general. But I'm not afraid for myself. I'm afraid for her. I'm afraid that those things will come to her.
It's hard to explain.
I just don't want anything to happen to The Girl, and it probably won't. In fact, odds are that something will happen to me way before it happens to her. Great! Now I have another thing to fear.
It's hard to explain.
I just don't want anything to happen to The Girl, and it probably won't. In fact, odds are that something will happen to me way before it happens to her. Great! Now I have another thing to fear.
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