and i fucking did it again…that’s 2 nights that i didn’t take the chance…just asking for a fucking phone number. the disappearing act is really making me wonder, i don’t know if it’s ME, or if it’s me not being aggressive. well, whatever i guess. apparently i’m not the ignition to the flame that is needed. and danya, i’ll cry for you, it hurts me too, i still have part of your soul as much as you have part of mine, and it kills me to see you this way, my tears are yours.