It should scare me. After all I went through.
To stand here on the docks again.
The seas were rough before. That was all I knew.
But watching the boat come closer to shore, my heart races at the thought of being with you.
It should scare me to take that risk again.
Even the thought was enough to send me running for the hills before I met you.
But it doesn’t feel like a risk with you. Not a leap of faith. Or a dive into the unknown.
It feels like coming home.
Like seeing the world with you is the only future fate knew.