It's the fear of giving so much, trying my best, and giving my all,

just to have my hard-workings go to waste.
It's the fear of having you for days, months even, only to have you taken away from me without warning.

It's the fear of being robbed of what makes me happy.
And with a hushed and unknown future, all of that could very well happen.
And that scares the hell out of me.