And now that I’m in that first page of our story, I’m not sure what to write There is a multitude of possibilities Endings we can’t foresee Conversations that might be too much for paper Scenes that should just stay between you and me I always think way too much So I threw all cautions in the wind There’s a tinge of excitement in my veins A scoop of fear in the back of my mind Yet I will let our prose unfold Maybe it’s a story to be told…