With love, your friend

I write this for you feeling as if I am walking on broken glass,
afraid as I contemplate taking my next step.
A move too subtle can be very
disastrous yet as I think positive, it can be destiny.
Pain emerges and I think over and over again if I shall proceed.
I come to you with a question mark in my head,
butterflies in my stomach,
scars on my soul
and my heart in my hand.
I am s0 confused as to what is happening.

Help me understand.

My question to you now, dear friend, is will you take my hand?


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