I am excited to see you again. At least I think I am. I have missed your warm fuzzies and the thrill of happiness shared with that special someone. I am, however, quite nervous and a little bit scared. What If I see you but you don’t see me? What if you leave again, or decide to go visit someone else? What if I can’t recognize you, or worse, mistake you for someone else? I can feel you are coming nearer and nearer, every time I see that smile of his, I think I see you too. You’re hidden behind a brick wall, but I can see little holes in that wall, and call me crazy, but I think they’re getting bigger and bigger. I can almost see the light of you in his eyes, but it’s still a blur. I can feel your warmth when he holds me, and when he looks straight into my soul, I think he might think he sees you in me too. But we’re both very unsure of you, Love. You see, it’s not You that we are afraid of, it’s what you bring with you. The worry, dependency, the mind wrenching thoughts of what you left behind on your last visit. The crazy that surrounds you. The breath-taking moments that will forever be in our hearts, no matter what happens. I think we’ll take a shot at you, though. I think, maybe, we just might be ready for a visit. And Love, it would be great if you choose to stay this time. We’d love to have you in our hearts, sharing our souls, and being with us until the day we die.