I do not want to assume anything because I do not want to be wrong
— not this time, not when it matters.

But here it is, the warmth on my face embracing the sweetness in the air,
evidence that this can be something
SPECIAL && REAL && WONDERFUL.

&& so this time, because it matters, I might just be right.

Wait. *thinks* Hmm..

One simple question had just popped out my mind,
Can you just imagine how hard && difficult it is to deal with those things?

Aww. Then I flinched. Err. Nakakatakot!

*******

I have a right to change my mind, don`t I?
I have a right to rearrange our dynamics
— to ask him to re-adjust his feelings for me,
to tuck them away in a safe spot
&& bring them out in an open again if and only if we finally figure things out.

Torn. Hella Lot.

How should I choose? On second thought, WHY should I choose? Do I even have to choose at all?

Finally, I set aside the question of What I Want to make way for What I Have to Do.
Because surely I am a Good Girl && that`s what good girls do, right?

SOLVED!