One whispered vow can shape a life. One decision on a sleepless night.
Two hearts can meet if they care to try - now, or then, or never. No guarantees. No telling why.

What are these moments that we truly live? That we seek, and find elusive?
That we stumble over in error
only to learn that we can fly?
One moment, every day. At least one that I could make my own and live
not as I am. But will it come? I cannot say.

I do not fear it. But I am who I am
and I will not apologize. No epiphany could make me less
of a mad devil, surviving
a hopeless romantic, waiting
a believer in truths, seeking

these are lives that I lived. My past.
And whether present or future, a part of me.

So know this:

I'll tread new ground and old. I'll be brave and I'll be bold. My heart will break and swell.

And I'll have a story to tell.