Eggshells & Broken Dreams.

Treading on eggshells.

- crack -

On some days, I wish You were here like before.

Well, You are still around but the years have left their scars.

The late night messages, the sweet words, the *hugs*, the ....

If only Fear hadn't gotten the better of me - I couldn't and wouldn't believe that The Dream had transpired in reality.

I would have chosen You.

But I let You drift away and hoped that You would paddle back.

This is, and will be, the only Regret in my life.

There are nights like this when I beat myself up inside for this crucial meandering.

Erstwhile, FORWARD must I trudge.

Forward.