Boy, no other word can describe my feeling. Yuks! What the hell is going on with me. Well let’s just say that you drive me crazy. Day by day. Crazier. I know how imperfect I can be at the time being. Probably I am that kind of girl who would cry alone in a dark, secluded room rather than go and tell you what’s inside me. Just a little too not over you, and I’ve been told at least a thousand times it’s not worth the struggle, the hurt or the trouble. I keep running up this front lights, but no. I won’t surrender, I’ll wait here forever. If I told you that I love you, but I’m doing alright without you would be a lie. But I could try. Id run 1000 miles.