Regret

Will I really spend my whole life running away from the thing I fear most, only to regret not facing it when it's finally gone? If I disappear before my fear, heaven forbid, will my soul continue on carrying that regret for never facing something that could have made me stronger? Do I really actually have a love for that object of fear that I disguise with hate and disdain? The past will catch up to me eventually. When it does, I'm not sure I'll be ready for it. It almost caught up to me today, and made me realize how much of a coward I actually am. I broke down in the face of it. No, just behind its face. I wasn't even able to face it with a head held high.