I would love to come home to you. Give you a long slow and firm hug. Heat up some soup and I'll put the tea on. Tell me about your day and then we'll go through the mail. I'll pull the sheets out of the dryer and we'll make the bed together. Hop into the shower and I'll slyly sneak in and scrub your back, wash your hair and wrap you in a fresh hot towel. Let's bundle ourselves up in each other and watch the latest show we're watching or better yet, read out loud to each other. It could be so easy. So why isn't it? Because I'm afraid of making the wrong choice. What if we waste each other's time. What if we make each other miserable? Or worse yet, what if only one of us is in love? And who is right to love? Who can I allow? Who can withstand the monstrosity of whatever disfunction I possibly possess? Can we rely on each other? I doubt it. I doubt it all. What will it take to believe such a thing is possible. What did it take for any of you to be willing to take that step?