We deal in second chances. It is our calling… our purpose.
And yet… I get a new chance every day. I am with my grandson every day, though he doesn't know it. Watching him, watching over him. I am so close, so very far.
I could reveal myself and tell him the truth.
I've no idea how he would feel. React. Might he reject me? Accept me? Is this my one chance for hope? Dreams? Love? Happiness?
I've had my chances.
I keep giving up these precious days.
I keep not telling him that I am in love with him.