I was not sure where I was going, and I could not see what I would do when I got there, but you saw further and clearer than I, and you opened the seas before my ship, whose track led me across the waters to a place I had never dreamed of, and which you were even then preparing to be my rescue and my shelter and my home. So I as lay my trust in you, and accept that while I might not know exactly where I'm going, holding your hand is all I need to feel secure. Sometimes I question what I did to come to this point in life - to deserve you and everything else that just seems to be falling into place. I wonder if perhaps all those painful decisions to march ahead on the high road finally payed off - if maybe all those nights spent alone rather than continuing on my self-destructive path, are gradually starting to make sense. I catch myself thinking these thoughts and becoming scared ... then I simply look into your eyes, and just like that, I know that it's going to be okay.
