My Spanish teacher told us to write about what we feared. She told us it could be any type of fear. There was a time when I couldn’t stop worrying about the future. My level of anxiety was beyond my control. That time passed. But I still chose to write about it. I took out my English-Spanish dictionary and began writing. I wrote that the unknown future frightens me. I thought about what my other fear was. I wrote about love, not the unconditional love I feel for my family and friends, but the other one. The one that’s complicated. The one that’s hard to define. I wrote that some people say love is blind and that I didn’t know if that was true. She read my paper and said in Spanish, “some people believe love is blind, but I’m telling you it’s not.” I smiled and went back to my desk.