It was a dark and stormy night, and the little Miller boy was trying to fallasleep in his bed. You see the little boy, who likes to go by the name of George, was scared of lightning and thunder. And while he was trying to fallasleep, he couldn't help but think what life would be like without fear. Nofear of monsters, no fear of loosing, no fear of messing up. That would becool.But as George listened to the storm drone on, he wondered why we have fear.Why do we become afraid? What purpose does it fulfil? And what aboutthose people who don't seem to get afraid of anything? Why are they sobrave?While George was contemplating these philosophical thoughts, his oldersister, Becky, who was in the next room over, was also trying to fall asleep.Instead of thinking about fear, Becky was thinking about love. She had justtold her boyfriend, of 3 months, that she loved him. But his reaction was notwhat she expected, he asked her how she could really mean that if she hadn'tknown him that long.She had told him that she knew she loved him because he was such a niceguy. But he contradicted with with saying that some would say Steve is anice guy, but you don't love him.She told him that she didn't love Steve because he isn't her boyfriend. Hereplied that she needs to go home and think about what love really means,and here we are!As Becky thought about what love really means, the tiny rain drops wouldsoftly pitter-patter against the roof-top. It was a calming sound, and wasmaking her sleepy. But she couldn't help thinking about what her boyfriendhad said. Why did she love him? She couldn't really explain it. It was like,she knew she loved him; but if she thought about it from anybody else's pointof view it seemed silly. Maybe she shouldn't love him? Maybe she should?The rain went pitter-patter. Love is a funny thing, you know?