52+6=?

So what can i say?


I have been stuck between what is right and what i want before. It's not easy to make that choice. I did though. It really wasn't MY place to say or do anything, but i couldn't ask him... so i did what i thought was best. I could hear it in his voice... I might as well of smacked him, or kicked him in the gut. Maybe because he knew better, cause he knew it was his fault.

I know i was right but this whole thing has only agrivated my paranoia. OK so things are better, sure. But i still fight the doubt in my mind every day. The uncertainties... the what-ifs.


I have time... I wont rush into things... i refuse to. i cant.


I wish my heart would just wait for me.