“What are you scared of?”
“What!?”, she sounded puzzled.
“You heard it, what scares you the most or what are you afraid of?”
“But why do you ask?”
“I’m just curious to know what your worst fears are.”
“But why!?”
“May be because, in my head I see you, as you are. And you seem to be a brave person. So I want to know what scares you. I can’t imagine anything that would scare you”
“Why would I tell you my secret?”
“OK, don’t tell me. Thinking about it, I feel that may be I’d lose interest in you”
“Good!”
“Or may be not. May be i won’t. May be one day I’ll get to explore you, even find a one way ticket to your hidden fears. I’ll dive into the deepest dark corners of your mind to find the treasure trove of your best kept secrets and sift through them to find your worst fears, what are they made of and defines what you really are. Even if it consumes me. I’ll lie within them, fighting it for you, defeating them one by one alongside the inner you. Not like you need my help, but I would. If you let me.”