what is it in the human atonomy that renders us absolutely helpless when that special someone just does something sheerly conventional for you. your resolution grows weak. your heart protests. but even so, your mind has to remain adament. no matter how much you want it to be otherwise.
the cruelty in denying yourself that, is nothing compared to the repercussions that will follow in one smooth swoop. what isn`t yours, isn`t yours for the taking. still, one can`t help slow the heart that is palpitating triple time, like a metronum in presto speed. sadly, we should all take this as a mirage or an illusion--nothing more.
take it or leave it. believe it or not. it might not be me.
