you...

I finally let it all out.... The fears, the worries, the sadness, the hopes, the dreams, the heartache. Thank you. Will it all work out? Somehow... Inevitably. This has to happen - I have to take this step. We knew I would. We knew it would come.

I think about a world where no one knows me nearly as well. No one can even delve past the surface, if they're lucky enough to get that close. My quirks, my outlets, my smiles, my sighs, my fixes, my...self. I'm afraid to leave this and enter another world in which that comfort, that familiarity, that love doesn't exist. Part of me desperately wants to take it with me.

I think of my reasons... My excuses... My defenses and wonder if they're valid at all? If I just continue to get scared. Or if it all is a means to an end. "Why do we always find our way back to each other?" ... Why do we?