I walked resignedly down the hallway away from the closed door.
I stopped in my tracks.
The unresolved was with me, another presence hanging in the empty space.
I stood for a moment listening to my heart beat and my breath coming in and out. Most of all, I listened to my thoughts as they circled upon each other. It was a cycle I know all too well. Some inner voice finally whispered, “basta.” Enough.
“Wouldn’t you rather know?”
Yes… but… I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the “what if”s. I’m afraid to be the one to put myself out there. I’m afraid it will end badly.
“Yes. Yes. But wouldn’t you rather know?!”
I sighed deeply.
I drew deep on my courage and turned on my heel. I walked up to the door with a hand poised to knock.
