So, here we are again. Once again I find myself at love’s door yet it comes with a happy-sad feeling. I really like him. Is that dangerous for me?
Why am I thinking of love as if it’s harmful? I think we want different things. Pray I’m wrong, but we will remain friends & only friends until you decide to take the hint & cuff me😋
If not I’m moving on like King Kong through New York: got places to go spreadin mayhem, creating my mark