• Just beyond my reach. It's there. I see it. It brings happiness, care, and compasion. But fighting, yelling, and heart-break follow close behind. The feelings that it brings. All those happy years to come. I want it. I need it. But it's too far out of my reach. The wanting grows and grows inside of me. I reach for it but never succeed at grasping even the slightest peice of it. So I give up. I'll wait and wait. But as I pull my hand away, I feel it. That little feeling that grows stronger in my heart. I reach out and pick up what was just beyond my reach. And as I do, that feeling explodes and I cry. I cry tears of relief and happiness. Of joy and compasion. Tears of sorrow and regret. Of angst and fear. But then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see the one thing that I never thought I could have. I see YOU. Your eyes filled with so much compassion and love. Your smile so reassuring and comforting. I finally realize that all I needed to do was wait for the right time and love would have found me. I was right. It brought me you.