reaching out

she's there and she's reaching for me, offering me her hand. she's offering, and asking for, support.

it's not too late. i feared it was.

the email she wrote me was read and reread until i could almost recite it by memory. a simple paragraph that said more, contained more feeling, more hope, more fear, more promise than anything we've said to each other for some time.

the last line was: do you think we can do it?

yes baby, i do.

with all my heart, i do.