I wasnít afraid, you know, not of you, not of this moment and never of this feeling. I was afraid of everything elseĖ the responsibilities, the long hours, the eyes glued to us no matter where we were. I so badly wanted to tell you my story, I so badly want, still, to let you in, to matter to you, but I know that itís hopeless. Youíve too many people in your life. What am I? What could I ever be? You know enough stories, you have enough hearts.
Iím putting my heart at risk here because I love you.