Wish I'd told you I was genuinely touched that you'd earn that half a million for me.
Or that I'm sorry if I appeared upset, and that I really wasn't.
That I'm not right for you, I know it and I can see where this is going.
I hope I'd be brave enough to confess that I've always wanted someone to take care of me.
I wish I let you hold my things for me.
And that I don't really care about what people say when it comes to things like this.
I'm just used to doing things my way, from the rulebook, from what I know will work.
I wish I had the guts to kiss you. I'm not dispassionate, you see, but my mind's always working and I am horrible at multi-tasking.
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