So many things I want to tell you.
Things I've been hiding.
Things I never told you.
Things from the heart.

But the trouble is, I'm so indecisvie. I'm afraid it's a mistake just waiting to happen. And yet I want it to happen so much.
To be able to hold your hand and just keep it there.

Always wondering.
About things.
About things of you.
About you.
About what you're thinking.
Just itching to crack that code but always somehow not being able to.
Grrr.