If you tell me you feel the same, I promise I won't be scared. I won't run away. Not anymore. Not this time. I've rejected the few who were brave enough to tell me they like me and I've avoided those who've shown the slightest hint of liking me, but if you are the one to tell me I swear I'll be different. I'll let you in. But YOU have to be the one to tell me, coz I won't if you don't. That's just sad and pathetic, but that's the way things are, at least for me. I sure am one complicated human being. Le sigh.
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