There were times when I thought of reaching out and touching you but the possibility of rejection kept my arms folded.
Dreams and ideas filled my head but the thought of the unknown stilled my lips.
At times my heart churned and stirred with longing yet uncertainty kept me locked.
I saw, heard and yearned but fear drove my feet and mind to hold back with the delusion that to have not would be much better than to have and hurt.
I existed but did I live?
