NP: Connor Thuotte, Perfect

So many times i've wanted to let my guard down and let someone in, but I wouldn't be just letting my guard down; i'd be throwing giant, luscious red tomatoes at the wall God has placed (or asked me to place) around my heart.  At times, my heart Aches for things or ideas that it humanly should.  Until my reality buzzer sounds and I hear the warnings indicating all of the mess and anguish involved.  "And I wish I could run to you.  And I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do.  I Almost do."  Sometimes I wrestle myself for having such strong will and hopes.  I'm a giant mess, but i'm really not.  I want it all too. Trust me.  I do.  Patience has never been my métier.  There's just this actuality button that clicks on when I think in depth about desired forthcomings.  As you can see; I'm a conflicted person.  I'm indecisive and can't make up my mind.  Heck, I bought the same pair of boots in 2 different colors last week because I couldn't decide on which ones to take home with me.  Prince Charming or whatever you want to call him, will come.  The waiting game kills me.  He's worth it.