Sitting In The Grass, Lying Side By Side

I'm conflicted.
He's busy.
Duh.
We all know that.

So what do i do?
I go out to this party with one of my suitors,
[We'll call him Mr.Buff]
And while i'm standing in the back of Denny's drunk toasted,
He tells me how much I deserve someone that'll take care of me,
That will treat me amazingly,
That will be with me.

He says that i'm incredibly sexy,
and he can barely keep his his hands to himself.

YES!
Wait- what?

This is what i've wanted, right?
an attractive man that wants to take care of me,
treasure me [so to speak],
love my body,
love me?

So naturally, i ask myself,
why am I even bothering with... "HIM"
He hasn't shown me any sort of signs that he wants to be with me,
The only thing i've ever seen is future schedualing poblems.

It's jsut when i'm with him..
nothing exists.
It's just him and just me.
It's the most amazing feeling i've ever felt..
and i'm not ready to give that up quite yet.
I'll let him make the decision.

I hope he chooses the best choice.

In my mind, there's a deafining sound.
Matty B.