Oh to wait on you.

Maybe I messed up. At this point I don't know. Too much time has passed for me to make a rational decision.  But, I realize that it is okay to mess it up, and it always has been.  I gave my emotions and words away.  At least now we are connected in some small way, a frail little string connects me to you.  That's all I have now, a scrawny thread with a message thats held in your hands.   I hope you can't feel my hands shaking, and I hope you can't see my cheeks change colors, and I hope you can't hear my heart racing.  If you did, you'd know how extremely strange I am, how nervous I get, and how much I have to learn.