I wonder if he fears me, as I fear him.
Maybe the bonds of our past are inadvertently affecting this one.
I have met so many dreamers, but none who are actually doers.
I have heard of those who would sacrifice it all for a dream, but they falter under the pressure and rip at the seams.
There are two similar dreams. There are two similar walls. There are two similar fears concerning an inevitable fall.
I could be his missing link, but only if he would let me. We could build something great, only if my insecurities could forget me.
There is this small glimmer of hope that I know I have not conjured in my mind.
There was this beautiful meeting that I knew would happen in due time.
There was this unfamiliar jolt and shock when his lips crossed mine.
Maybe, I am a dreamer.
I have had a false alarm or two.
Maybe he has never met a woman that can be so true.
There is potential for something beautiful to grow, but if I cave into my paranoia I may never know.
There is fear between us two, that disaster and pain may ensue.
Then there is the other spectrum full of hope and light, full of positivity and potentially it could be so right.
I am determined to see, but I may just let it be.
I am aware of my strength as a woman and it is him that I know I can please.
I know that I can be everything that he needs, potentially.