She’s at the gate .

You touched her mind in her Silent thoughts . You would never know how thinking about you makes an anxious woman relax and smile and believe that she is a class act . How your love of life Is infectious your sense of fun combined with a gorgeous face and piercing blue eyes Make her high on life as you
Live in it . She is a private soul and leaves most people On the outside and yet you Make her want to open the gate and walk amongst the fears that terrify her the most . People, they are a precarious tribe of many sides love and hate , trustful to suspiciously cagey to a follow to be unfollowed later. It makes her feel a state trying to read the tells and signs so She can negotiate or negate. It’s exhausting to find a dead cert amongst the uncertainties. She almost has the courage to touch the outside because of one who
seems to have jolly good fun and undeniable faith in the human race . She wants to reach for your hand high or low and just hold . It would be the first time
in many decades that she surrendered and revealed herself.From petrified exclusion to fearlessly inclusiveness. She is on the cusp of living beyond her
own back yard she’s at the gate .