It seemed things turn about

To give open old doors,

Leading to new places

When I’m held I feel so safe

So right to be in those arms

That feeling no other can bring about

But it confuses me so

That it is those arms that bring it…

Why is it his arms?

Confessions of feelings that never left

Even after everything that had changed,

Years later, feelings remain, or even grow…

How does one deal with a situation

That they are afraid of falling again

Afraid of all the things commitment brings…

If I say I do, if I feel I do, if I fall again

Could I ever really know that for sure?

Can I really have a happily ever after?