a friend told me the other day that amongst our clique, they speculated a 60% chance of my bf and i working out. the extra 10% from an otherwise downthemiddle either-or probability is because both of us are "similar types of people who are in love with the idea of being in love". i guess if it had gone any other way, i would have been bored. sometimes its just that thrilling sensation when u possess something you know you cannot really own. with him, the future is unknown. all i can see is just today. today. tomorrow. And maybe next week. that's why i cannot fall asleep in his arms, knowing we are still playing games. so i roll over to the colder side of the bed where i came from.