Faceless

I woke up this morning and I hear the radio talking about how to write romantic novels, and the writer describes that the plot requires that there are at first 2 people, then there is a conflict. And the conflict requires that at least one person must sacrifice. Sacrifice for the sake of love, and that's what gives the romance its weight and I think about the people I'm willing to sacrifice for and the people I'm not, and how sad or disappointed I was that I can't be around the people I'd want to sacrifice for, or that there's nothing I can sacrifice for them. But then I thought about what I'm supposed to do with my life and why I got to school, and I think I didn't try because I was scared. But I'd rather not be in a situation where I admit that I'm scared. And I remember Martin Luther King said that faith is like taking the first step without knowing where the ladder goes. And this is relevant because I find that I'm so much more confident & motivated if I know exactly to the last detail where I'm going and all the payoffs. To the point where at times I'd rather do absolutely nothing than try at something I think I'd fail at. But I've been searching for a reason not to do that, because I just end up lying on my bed all day.
Anyway, all these thoughts are kind of comping together in this interesting way--that radio bit about sacrifice and the Martin Luther King bit about faith, fitting in nicely with my school situation and emotional situation because, in conclusion, I don't want to be scared of making sacrifices for the sake of love for vague people, lacking characteristics in your head.
I have faith to sacrifice for love, but not just one person but for people, for humanity. What's so scary about loving a faceless person? What's so scary about love having its own face--not the face of a human?