A decision not to risk again is a decision not to love again.

”

— It’s from Sex God.

I feel a bit like my stomach might explode, or implode, or something of the sort. I also think it’s my turn to feel this way.

I’m hoping that love wins here. I’m hoping for risk here. But, I suppose, more than that, I’m actually hoping for a safe bet. That this is, in fact, everything we both thought it was; that the definition of insanity hope is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

“Don’t give up on me now;
This can all be mended.
We can iron this out.
It can all be mended.”