Delicate

It feels like there's something there, a glimmer of possibility, a shard of hope. Lingering. Sometimes it feels like you feel it too and you're trying to tell me with that knowing smile. But, what's in a smile? Am I reading too much into it? Or am I completely misreading it? And I wonder if I should be so lucky.

You make everything feel right. And that's why it's so hard to take a chance. Because, without you, my world would be a darker place.

Maybe there's an elephant in the room and we're too blind to see it.

Then again, maybe I'm just lying to myself.