Fear Being allowed to become comfortable and settle down, create a routine, recognise similar smells, identify similar faces, same conversations, same hopes and dreams, that same face to wake up to, those same arms that hold you whilst you sleep, those two plates you take out to eat, that second toothbrush which faces yours, they look like they're kissing, those same shorts left in the middle of the room, those same shoes left near the door, that feeling of excitement when you come home early, those two washing baskets filled to the rim. I've been allowed to build a routine that I'm quiet accustomed too. And soon it's going to change. But I fear that we may change. However, I fear more not discovering the new routine we may create if I am too scared to move on. So I'm going to trust your wise words, kind eyes and warm heart; And fear no more.