There comes a time in everyone's life when we have to make a decision, we have to take a chance, a leap of faith and decide who it is that we really want to be.

It can come at the strangest of times, we could be standing in a line in the supermarket when it happens, we could be nearing the cash register, scowls in place, scathing remarks about the need for more cashiers when it hits us…this is our life.

When we return home that night do we want the highlight to be the heated discussion we had with the store manager about previously mentioned cashiers? Will it be the fact that they had finally restocked the low fat yoghurt that we enjoyed so much a couple of months ago? Or will it be the realization that we don't want to be alone anymore?

That we don't want to return home to an empty house, eating low fat yoghurt and going over the argument we had earlier without someone there to laugh at the ridiculousness of the story. To pull us close, rub our aching feet and tell us that tomorrow will be a better day to which we will respond, "I doubt it," but know without a shadow of a doubt that it will be better…simply because we have someone there to share it with.

Well I have that someone…no, could have that someone but I froze. When she stood before me, arms open ready for the oncoming attack or preferred hug, I could do nothing but stare. No expression, no words, nothing. Even when she simply turned and walked away, head hanging low in disappointment, tears streaming down her face and inwardly berating herself for being the idiot that she felt like…I couldn't do anything to stop her because she had just offered me the world.

She had just uttered the words I never thought I would ever hear from anyone, excluding my son, ever again. She had just promised me things that I didn't even know I wanted anymore but desired with a passion beyond anything I had ever wanted…and I wanted it with her.

I had returned home, tail between my legs, feeling like a complete coward when my son had stopped me. He had known of his mother's plan, had known of our shared feelings far longer than we ourselves did and promptly turned me on my heel and sent me, car keys in hand, towards the apartment in which I knew the blonde…my blonde, would be sulking like the child I knew and, realized mere seconds ago, that I love so much.

It was like one of those out of body experiences you read about when people die for a small amount of time and come back claiming to have looked down on their own bodies. I watched as I drove across town, watched as I climbed from my car and walked up the narrow stairway to Snow White's apartment, laughed at the tremble of my fist as I raised it to knock on the worn wooden door and suddenly I was back and there she was.

Emma Swan, stood before me, her mouth agape to mirror my expression as she waited, waited for the things I should have said earlier but was too afraid to.

"There's something I haven't told you…" I heard myself croak, my voice hoarse from misuse and filled with the emotions attempting to drown me.

She looked defeated, as if waiting for me to laugh in her face, to berate her for thinking something so ridiculous as me and her being together truly was…because it was ridiculous, it was idiotic, it was terrifying and it was right.

"What now?"

I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her how much I loved her and had loved her from the moment I had laid eyes on her just like she had confessed to me…but I couldn't…so instead, I did the only thing I could think to do.

I surged forward and claimed her lips with my own, the heavy set door bounced from my shoulder and rebounded from the wall before coming back to knock into me…but I didn't care. I couldn't care, not when I was stood kissing Emma Swan and she was kissing me back.

Both of my hands were holding her head in place as she pulled me closer with slender arms around my waist. It was like she was claiming my oxygen supply yet filling me with life at the same time as my lips parted in invitation to her tongue. I couldn't stop, I knew we should, we needed to talk but…I couldn't even fathom taking myself any further away from her than what I was, I felt as though I would simply die if I did so, so I stayed there and so did she. We stayed caught up in one another for a long time before the need for air was far greater.

My forehead rested against hers as I closed my eyes and savoured the tingling on my lips that I could still feel, the short hot pants that matched my own and the feeling of her fingers digging into my skin, the need to feel one another was almost too much to bear.

"I…I want you to be my person Emma Swan…my someone that I can't wait to come home to everyday because…because I love you too, far more than I ever thought it was humanly possible to love another person but as much as it terrifies and frightens me…I need you, I want you and I love you…it really is that simple."

Her fingers loosened in pressure slightly as she pulled back to look into my eyes, tears streaming down her beautiful face to match my own. She captured my lips in a tender, lingering kiss as I felt the breathy exhale through her nose on my own skin; it felt good to have her so close.

"I love you Regina and I will always be your person, your someone…as long as you'll agree to be mine" she smiled and I couldn't help but return it before burrowing my face in her neck and breathing her in.