You're giving me breadcrumbs, while I'm waiting for the whole loaf.

      I'm used to taking things slow.

      I don't know why our pace is suddenly frustrating me.

     I understand that good things come from patience.

      But I've been patient.

     I need more than these breadcrumbs you're giving me.

     I need more than these subtle hints that you've laid out.

     Do you understand the faith it takes to follow your trail of breadcrumbs, blindly?

     I don't know what awaits me at the end of this trail.

     But I got a whiff of the loaf you're baking and I've convinced myself that it's meant to be mine.

     But what if this is the beginning of Hansel and Gretel?

      What if this is all a trap?

     What if you're enticing me with the idea of a home made of candy?

      Enticing me with a promise of a sweet reward.

      Only for me to finally be allowed entrance and realize that the goal was always for my heart to be eaten?

      This isn't quite the fairytale I envisioned...

     So, you better choose how you write our next chapter carefully.

     Because if this trail doesn't lead to a warm loaf,

     But rather to an empty, pre-heated oven,

     I would advise you to remember that Hansel and Gretel escaped the witch's trap in the end.

     Bewitch me if you will,

     But if your intentions aren't pure,

     I'm afraid that I won't be the one to feel the burn.

     Because these breadcrumbs have prepared me for both the bad and the happy ending.