Conversation With the Bathroom Mirror

I'm frightened.... what if I'm wrong? I'm scared.... what if I'm right? If I fall in love with him today, Will he leave me in the night? A world of getting to know him, as curious as it seems, Sometimes I feel I've known him before... A dream within a dream. With my hand in his I felt a melody sweep through an orchestra of confusion; my heart remembering a tale untold - harmony, love, or delusion? I hid behind a cool shade (he knew I loved him though), forever trembling on the warmest day... when my eyes couldn’t lie he saw my soul. No longer knowing who I was, I didn't see "ME" in the mirror. Too much time with broken people, tainted choices... beer. Blinded from pure ignorance, A duel of choice raged within-- stay and live in two separate worlds, or leave to find "ME" again. The risk to never keep his love, was a risk that was far too great, but losing myself would surely lose him …it was a risk I had to take. A warm shadow covers my heart when I think of days left behind; silky hair, warm skin, a manly man with a worldly mind. Destiny....I need to know is fate my imagination? Words work double in my mind. Does love mean passion -- or frustration?