October 13, 2013
There's a door in each corner of the room. They all look the same, but you feel differently about one of them. In your head you can see someone waiting for you on the other side, smiling, ready for a tight hug. You like hugs. And you'd like to see who that someone is. It's raining hard and you've been in this room for quite a few years now, you've lost count. You can open any door but you're most excited, and yet most afraid, to open that one you feel differently about. You take a few steps towards it.