What Is That Light?

I'm standing here... in a desolate place. I'm looking forward but I'm stuck. I'm like a statue. Stuck. I'm frozen. And I'm slightly afraid. But, I need to move forward. The wind is blowing all around me. I am able to smile in every direction, to communicate with everyone else... but him.

He is not a god. He is a man. An imperfect person just like me. Even if he doesn't appear to know it, he has weaknesses too. Beautiful as he might be, he's just human though in my mind he seems so much more. And I hate that I feel this way about him. With a passion. Because he has the ability to hurt me. I let the walls come down and he has not. At least not in a way that I can see.

Most of me is confident. I generally know what I'm doing and how to handle myself. I'm standing in a tunnel, too afraid to find out what the light at the end is. But, I want to step through and see. There is light there. My cocoon seems to be breaking apart, a crack has appeared at the end. A large crack. And I just have to take care of this one thing before I can emerge and move onto the life I am meant to live.

I have to tell him how I feel.