It's pouring out. All I can see is a curtain of raindrops streaming down my window. There is nothing but grey beyond the curtain.
Sometimes when I'm with you I feel like staying behind a curtain too, because sometimes I am afraid. Very much afraid. You see? After the last (miserably) failed attempt I was certain I was never going to find you. You were never going to find me. Heck, I have even given up the search. But we got lucky. Maybe others would think this might not be the best possible time, but I'm convinced it is. There is no better time to be happy. And you do make me so very happy.
I am so happy I cannot even recognize myself. I actually happen to like this "new" me, though the "old" me takes a peek in the mirror now and then and just throws me a warning glance. A cautious stare. But I think the old me likes it too. She was really tired, you know? She can rest for a bit, now. Maybe even forever. I can only hope she does.
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