So I am back here again pondering the what nots, ifs and maybes.

I am more confused than ever. I know the road I must take and yet I dare not look towards it. Fear grips my legs like solid concrete.

I look back and an overwhelming sense of comfort envelopes me. But this entire scene is excruciatingly familiar. I’ve been down this road one too many times.

Maybe this time, I’ll make the leap. Over the gaping fiery chasm and land on burning coals. But I’ll be strangely thankful for the heat. At least, it’s a while new burning sensation.

8 years of togetherness daunted by only one question: staying?

Lights out, S.