All of me was easy to hand over.
All of me wanted acceptance but more than that, all of me wanted love.
I could not take the chance of running away from my feelings any longer,
because somehow I knew that I would wake tomorrow and wonder where I belong.
Scattered pasts have led me to you and risk is calling my name.
It is never easy to give, but it is easy to want.
Maybe what I can give is different than what I want.
Is it always confusing to seek a love that is unlike any other?