We walked down the street hand in hand, laughing, oblivious to the raindrops that danced around us. We were in that place we so often go where no one and nothing mattered except being in the moment with each other. When you think about where each of us was just a couple of years ago, that seemed impossible. Hurt, guarded, afraid of love. But then you came along, and I can not lie the moment I saw you, I knew for me you were going to change all that. But I wondered could you feel the way I did. Were you ready to love again? Slowly you opened the door a little and gradually let me get close to you, but you were still guarded, keeping me in the dark about your true feeling. Even when I thought I was breaking through, you would find a reason to withdraw. Family and friends would say we could never work that you would never open your heart to another man again after what the last one put you through. But I couldn’t walk away. My heart was already committed, and even though you tried to keep it a secret, I knew deep down you felt the same way. I wasn’t going to rush you; I loved you, and I was willing to wait, to be there when you were ready to commit. Then one night, my phone rang, and you were on the other end of the line. Can you come over? You asked we’ve got to talk. When you opened the door, I could see in your eyes right away that your heart was ready to commit. You smiled and simply said, you know I love you, and from that moment, our hearts were joined. Two hearts once afraid to love now bonded together, and I’m never going to let you go.