I’m scared I’m going to go back. I’m scared that I’ll just settle for less. I’m scared that the other totally misunderstood what I meant… what I’m going through. I’m scared that I’ll be happy with my job, my family, my friends, but when it comes to love…he’ll always catch me looking out the window…knowing in my heart…that there was another path…one that the other just wasn’t willing to take the risk…and I’ll always be too scared to admit that it would be all that I would regret. I’m scared the other will be the regret…the one thing the one person that never took the risk to find out just what I meant.