Day Two: 

Afternoon: 

And now the fear comes. the old fear. hello old fear. I see your inner workings twisting and pulling. I see the plans in action I can see the potential outcomes, it is in THAT you have your power. twisting my guts and whispering sweet lies. The old fear. One that tempts me to run out, and get to her at any cost, in any way, in some hope that if I somehow can I can make it so this fear does not come true. I see your plotting your preparation for the attack. You attack not with a weapon of violence or wielded in anger, but rather with the caring shoulder to cry on, the ear to listen, the arm to fall under. You are crafty. You are smart. You are charming. Accepted. Revered.

I will not let myself fall prey to the fear you interject. I will not fight with you. If the love we share, is not strong enough to withstand any attack you can unleash... no matter how supported an attack it may be...

If you... my Love... In my absence, allow your heart to be taken up into the embrace of another, then I will have been shown all I need see.

You, old fear... will not win. You will not sway my choices, you will not make me make rash decisions.
This is what we need. WE NEED THIS TIME  I will NOT allow you to sway me. you will not win.

I choose this hard road, for it is the road we must traverse. I will not break this decision based on your twisting and turning. you will not win fear.

This time. I win.



                      I win.