I realized that my feelings were more like tiramisu than M&Ms. There wasn’t a hard coating of fear around the soft chocolate of my heart. Rather there were different flavors of fear mixed in with the Love. And there seemed to be two strains of fear: Old fear and new fear.

The old fear was irrational and not particularly relevant to the situation. But it felt the most real and the most urgent because it was the most familiar.

Then there was the new fear — which felt more rational but less anxiety provoking.

I was spending a lot of time talking to both strains of fear, even though neither of them held the answer.

Only Love held the answer. Only Love could.