What am I going to do with you. You asked how I felt about you and I told you. What else do I have to do to win you over. You do this to me every time. And every time I get hurt, but all you get is enjoyment out of it. You would figure I would get tired and realize and stop, but I care to much for you. The only thing I been doing is waiting and I guess I’m still going to wait. I just want answers to all my questions, that’s it. But you always run and find an excuse.