Why did I ever agree to this? All this egotistical bullshit she keeps about herself just makes it even worse. Her ever recurring facism on her feelings pretain to a love that was once there but no longer exists. But when you stare at me across the seat of my truck how can I not feel the pang of desire, of lonliness. And you just keep looking away while my thoughts richochet off the endless boundary of my mind that says "No, don't go there, it's not worth it". But how can I not? When your hand is oh so close to mine?