"You see, it's like this..."

You'll never know.

It's a shame that, "I went there just to see you."
You have to let me go.

Guilt.
Let's ruin your day because you ruined my joke!
Guilt.
GOD! Just GROW UP!
Guilt.

My hands are shaking. My voice is small.
My stomach is doing flip flops into my throat. dance. dance.
My heart is pounding. My body is frozen.
I can't seem to make myself breath evenly. swing. swing.
Toungue tied nausea. Searching the crowd for your
Face. I'm falling apart
Laugh.
Eyes.
Hair...GUILT ...dance. dance.

all because of what I see in your eyes.

What's the story?
"Well, it's all very interesting really. You see, it's like this..."

I really don't want to end things this way...really really really.
Really
rEally
reAlly
reaLly
realLy
reallY. Word vomit 101:

This is everything and yet nothing at all...Beautiful isn't it?