Say Yes Girl

It's raining right. Dim lights, music softly playing in the background of my car driving down the highway. Tears dripping down like a faulty water faucet, eyes big as saucers, but heart caramelized, hard as rock. So then he calls. "Turn around. Kris sweetie turn around. Talk to me" So now he's racing to catch up with me, but can never catch up, to my heart that is.

Turn around means letting down my guard and the decision to keep going means to keep my guard up, but be sadly disappointed. Decisions Decisions...

And the story is to be continued....