I fear letting you know my passion.
I fear the criticism that comes after it.
Because I fear, just like any other passion an Asian parent wouldn’t approve of, this would be slashed, shot down and killed by your words as well.
“It’s a hobby. It’s not a real job.”
But maybe, I tell myself, maybe, Jo, maybe, if passion is kept inside, then it wouldn’t have a chance to be stepped on, to be taken away, and maybe, it will forever be burning within you, keeping that warmth inside you and prevent that icy cold heart of yours from coming back again.
Maybe that is how passion stays.