Being alone is not humming up with someone.

Yet sanity is more important than rapid heart beats often enough. So am I wasting my time. Oh two weeks of hell could only make me appreciate life a lot more. Yet am I being too harsh here. Nothing being either black or white, nothing good has not a price. She seems meant for me. I seem to be running. I do know that this thing is too be hammered out with intention. Perhaps the end result will be worth more than gold. I think I can.