There are fears that bury themselves in the well-hidden heart and worries that bring a frown. The little voice says that it will never work sings in harmony with history’s failures that scream loudly. But if you choose to close your eyes and let go- you might lose everything you hoped to have.
Is there a certain ebb and flow of risk in a friendship? Does the risk grow the more you know someone? Or is it chancier in the beginning? Does it change with time?