I was talking

to my friend Megan.
I asked her when was the
moment?
The right time to say those
words that can make or break.

Her response was simple.
Tell him when it feels
right.
But what if right for me
is different for him?

I'm reading this book
about people in love with the
wrong people.
Love and happiness build and
build until everything falls.

It's all smoke and mirrors,
but mirrors cannot tell
lies.
I know as I read I'm steadily
giving myself away.

I'm going to tell him,
in a moment that feels, and is,
deserving.
And I decided I'm not afraid
if I'm alone.

But I hope to gain
something that battles mythical
fairy tales.
And to hear those words,
ah, that would be magic.