You.
I like you; For some time now. And every time i try to convince myself to just step away, I can’t just wring the thought of you out of my head; it bothers me. Because when I talk to you, Its never interesting. And I want it to be interesting. But the sad part is that maybe I’m deluding myself but then again maybe… Just maybe… You don’t want to take a chance. And that’s understandable. Because with the reputation I have built for myself, which I’m still debating whether or not it was a curse or a gift, I wouldn’t take a chance with myself either. But I like you… And just right now that’s what is going on in my head… Just the thought of you.




