The pile of chances we both wish we took
Are coming to bite us from behind
The risks we should take, by hook or by crook
To get the happiness we long to find
But it feels like I’m finally getting it now
That you cannot do for me what I can for you
When it should never start with a matter of ‘how?’
It begins with the question ‘will you?’
And I think I am certain that I do,
But that fact that you even asked
Makes me think you wouldn’t too
Airah Writes 