i shake wildly at the very idea of locking myslef away with you for the culmination we have been promosing ourselves would see the end of the most diabloical three months of my twenty years. vividly i recall the way i tingled the first time we brushed hands in the hall you were all i needed unsure insecure here so emotionally unavailable you were erratically reclusive we play by your ear which is no longer fine with me.