nice.

"I can always take care of myself, but i want to meet that one person who can prove it to me that I can't.",-

The quote above represents half of this pent-up feelings inside that I have been completely, utterly speechless about in the past few days. This, is exactly what I mean when I wrote "I'd like to have my hand held when I cross the street sometimes" in the earlier post.

No, it doesn't mean I'm whiny and clingy. And if yes, so what? You're the person I want to unload all my complaints to. You're the person I choose to listen to all my sad stories to, person I want to be hugged by, the person I want to take care of in return, you're the only person I choose to be clingy with. Ever think about it like that?

I didn't think so.