...

Something I'm scared of.

Something I can't forget, yet can't seem to say.

Too risky,

too unsure.

And yet.

Some questions may not need answers, but I want to hear yours.

How many? How long? And most importantly, how far?

I thought I was the 'oldest' one, but maybe not.

This can't end well, surely.

And yet.

I'm happy, more so than before.

And each day brings a new, different beginning.

Will tomorrow be the day?

The day I realise what this is to be?

If only, if only.

And yet.