So, I have normal fears, but there was this dream I had once. I was in a bedroom, lying on the floor and there was a guy sitting cris-cross-applesauce on the bed. I was looking out the window and the two of us were talking about nothing in particular. All of a sudden he asked me, "What are you afraid of?" I have never felt more panicked in my life.
My first thought was, "Losing you," and I knew, deep down, it was the honest truth. I didn't want to lose him, but I didn't tell him that. I'm afraid that I'm going to meet this guy someday and he'll ask me that question and I'll be too afraid to tell him how much he means to me.