I've been waiting on my own, too long.

Timid. Perhaps that's a good sign. I see the road ahead, and for the
first time I think I know what to do with it. For the first time, I
think I'm ready to go and lead the way. On my agenda, on my own accord -
and eventually, as I go... it will be shared. After walking for so long
with three little hands to hold, and no one to hold mine - I am ready
to accept that being alone forever isn't in the cards. So I let my head
rush, and my heart pound, and my eyes weep. I honor my fears and my
insecurities, and I share them openly and honestly. For the first time,
I've got nothing to hide and nothing to prove. I have no reservations,
no agenda to follow, no rule that will outweigh the choices I make. I am
damn proud of who I am and where I've come and what it's taken to get
here - and letting someone share that has been earned. The journey is
half the fun - I won't let this smile fade.