promising

I feel like I'm on the brink of something here. Something that could be amazing if I let it. But it could also be devastating, and I don't know if I can I handle that.

He seems like such a good man. I believe the unbelievably perfect things he says to me. He's patient and understanding, and that's exactly what I need him to be. When I think about him, I smile.

It feels so promising, yet I can't bear to make him a single promise. I feel like I'm building a wall around the three of us, a wall with a tiny window that you can peek in through, if you stand on your tiptoes. He's trying to get in, and I just don't know. I want to...but I'm not sure. I keep wondering what my Gram would say.

Actually, I know what she would say. She'd make a huge deal out of the meant to be's and tell me to go for it.

I really want to take this chance.