He's the Reason For the Teardrops on My Guitar

oh, wait. I don't have a guitar so....pointe shoes? XP





"What is love? How can I describe it when I've never experienced it, never tasted it?"

Spoken like a true cannibal. I only have respect for him. You and I both, Sumanto; you and I both. And notice how he wants to taste love. I bet it tastes like water after 2 hours of strenous activity: like Heaven.



So I think my problem is, I make riddles that confuse people in the hopes of getting a message across that I actually so dearly want them to know, but end up not understanding their reply =/ sigh.



What should I do?



Should I wait?



If life is all about taking chances, I wish I did. I wish I listened to Life. Or maybe I just would... Maybe Fear is holding me back. The fear of rejection, dejection.....

Btw did you know that if you typed on your mobile using TI/dictionary, "rejection" has the same buttons as "selection"? How ironic.



Anyway, back to the main focus. I just want to know: What is truly going on?



Should I stay, or regretfully leave?



I know I want to stay- if you want me to.

"face it- I'm your statistically significant other"