Risk

Love is a dangerous thing but I keep walking to it; straight path I thought it was. I was walking and bump with a stranger named "risk", he was asking me if I can do it now? I stop and stared at his reassuring face telling me that "love isn't a scary thing at all". I bid goodbye convincing myself to trust him, for he was a stanger after all. Five kilometers ahead "trust issues" an old friend stopped me. She was telling me to turn back before it's too late. I was about to take one step backwards but risk grab my hand and directed me to you.

_risk(2018.10.20)