Heart flutters, hands shake.
Choices, which one to take…
Will he accept me as I am?
Will it be another dead end?
Busy, happy, content with this journey.
Should I open the door or put the dead bolt on?
Walls are built, to keep away, the hurt amd pain of yesterday!
Walking alone, I am used to…
His gaze, so warming yet hesitant of a mask he may wear.
Shall I open the door, do I dare?