I can’t. I won’t. I refuse, to lose this battle. To let you slip through my fingers. You. Finally, someone damn near perfect. I’ve been through the dumpster, went through all the trash. I stepped out, took a leap, and collided into you. And now, so close, yet I could be eons away. All depending on this last stand. This last day. I just hope you realize, what you could be missing out on. What you could have a great time with. Though I know you’re tentative. I know the heartache. But will that be the reason to the end, of a maybe beautiful beginning?