This morning I get to work and I’m sitting here thinking, “wow, I really shared a lot with this person”

The more I thought the more the tears started to well up in my eyes. I haven’t know him for very long and there is a lot that I don’t know about him. I haven’t figured him out, which is fine. But I don’t know his flaws either.

Nothing beats the way I feel when I’m with him, nothing compares to touch, to his kiss.

Yet, she’s still here.
I shouldn’t be feeling the way that I am with another woman still in the picture, I shouldn’t be wanting so much and finding myself opening up more and more. I shouldn’t be feeling. Period.

Something about this man, drives me insane.
He’s bold and honest. It’s amazing.
Yet when he puts my fears into words, it opens my eyes to what’s holding me back.

What was, will never be.
What is, real.
What will be, is unknown.

Pulling my fears and my pain out from the shadows, I can feel myself start to feel again.
It’s an incredible feeling. I’m terrified, but I’m safe.

— Here’s to the unknown.