Love comes knocking at my door - in a shape and form I did not expect.
Foreign arms reach out and encircle me - and though I am embarrassed, I feel I have waited for them all my life.
Eyes I might once have misunderstood pierce my heart - and I find myself inextricably connected to something I was wont to disdain.
Snow falls and ice melts - love falls and heart melts.
I have learned there are no guard rails on love. There is only risk.
Some have asked what word I would pick to start 2012, and I stutter under my breath, "A single word for an entire year? I couldn't pick one for this minute!" And the icicle begins to drip; drip, drip, dripping on me. And I find my hands reaching out to fingers of trust and confidence. I daresay it is risk.
And I daresay I shall take it.
And it will either lead me out of my own fears once and for all, or bind me to them forever; but the time, I think, has finally come.