No, because then you'd have
my number and you'd be calling me at all hours of the
night just to hear my voice, and all i'd be able to hear is you breathing at
the other end of the line. Then we'd both lay back
and stare at the ceiling and wonder why our obvious
chemistry can't work itself out. You'd randomly
show up at my door one moring,
soaked from the rain, confessing your love for me and
after a slight hesitation I'd let you in and we'd
spend the next three days making cookies. Then you'd
tell me that you have to go back home, I'd beg you
not to leave me alone. You'd say that you had to, but
make an empty promise to come back and see me, which of
course you'd never fulfill. Why put our selves
through that? For gods sake, If i text you today because
you "miss me" we both know where it's going
to lead...
