Is love worth waiting for?  How DOES one know?

Walking out my apartment door with dog Stella, I encountered THIS….This, the morning, as a man I’ve never met expresses a yearning for my company.

God…does He send hope, in the form of tire tracks in the snow?

It’s all I have now…all this, and free.

I wonder…sick to my stomach with food poisoning, sick to the heart, with questions.

Am I too vulnerable to try again?  Does a date constitute laying my heart down on railroad tracks?