Conundrum

You keep opening the door, waiting for more. An explanation, the reason, to explain what's already plain to see and... And I keep shooting myself in the foot.

I don't want to show that side to the rest of the ton, I don't like revealing myself on stage, in front of the meddlesome sum... And I don't want to miss our conversations, if it irks you and you step away, when all is said and done. I apologize, for the fearful person I've become. OCD starts writing my words, when I don't know which direction to come from. :T

I fancy you. There... That's my truth. Hope it isn't too much a crime, a conundrum, a stun...