you promise, you promise that you're done?

leaving the hospital today i stood at the nursery window and looked at the newborn babies. their tiny hands and faces. the little smiles and yawns. i watched them for a long time. i was born in that hospital. i was one of those babies once. and people may have walked by and looked at me just the same. standing there, i thought of you. i thought of the promises you've broken and the new one you've laid out before me. i thought of what may have been our life together. i thought about the ways it still might be ours. i thought about trusting you like those little babies trust the world. you promise me everything. you say you'll do it right this time. i need you to tell me you won't hurt me anymore. but i need to be able to believe it. are you done walking out? are you done being selfish? are you done taking me for granted? because if you prove me wrong about the fears i have with you, i'll mave my world to make it work. but you havae to meet me half way. do you promise you will? do you mean what you say when you tell me i can take my time? do you mean it when you say you really want this? talking to you, hearing those things, feels like being wrapped in the blanket i was taken home in. soft, good, warm, and safe. but knowing what's been said and knowing what's been done, i'm afraid to take a step in your direction. you'll have to show me you can love me, that you want me, and that it will be okay. you say you will, do you promise?