Fate or late?

Sometimes, the love is uncertain and it takes a great leap of faith. You need to put all your eggs on one basket knowing that it might not be worth at all and the answer is only known at the very end. And in that uncertainty, you leap off the grounds with a hope of finding the love, scared that you might not. The backdrop is an adventure flight which seems like a prompt analogy to the leap of faith which either holds a great experience or a true disaster.

Anxious,

yet calm,

situation pessimistic,

yet understanding,

receiving unsatisfying receptions,

and I am doubting my efforts,

Unloved,

yet here I am loving.

The cloud got dark,

after the flight was made.

Now the time can only tell,

what's in my fate,

if it's all too late.