Decisions need to be made.

But I don't have the courage to make them.

This isn't helping.

1897 miles between Anaheim and Lansing.

Mistakes we knew we were making.

It might not be the right time

I might not be the right one

But there's something about us I want to say

Cause there's something between us anyway

I might not be the right one

It might not be the right time

But there's something about us I've got to do

Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life

I want you more than anything in my life

I'll miss you more than anyone in my life

I love you more than anyone in my life

Expectations.

I want so badly for you to prove me wrong.

It breaks my heart knowing that you never will.

You get in the way.

I find myself wondering why I still even bother. I know that eventually I'll just end up getting hurt. Nothing personal, it's just the way you are. It's just the way it started. It's just the some thousand miles apart between the two of us, the physical and emotional distance that nothing can ever cure.

It should be simple.

But then you ask me to Skype you at three in the morning. But then you come in after playing soccer in the rain and your hair is wet and sticks to your forehead. But then you Facebook IM me and you're a little drunk and you say, "I miss you." But then you're someone I never thought you could be.

And there goes my heart. I really can't help myself around you.

I can't.

Letting go.

"I hope you're happy in the end."

Getting restless.

Hungry for more.

Back in the States.

And I'm thoroughly disappointed. I miss Korea so much.

I think I care too much.

About people who aren't worth a damn.

So you're that kind of guy.

Well you know what? Maybe I'm that kind of girl.

官話.

I think Mandarin is seriously one of the most beautiful languages in the world. It sounds so exotic.

Especially Taiwanese Mandarin. I could listen to it all day.

This seems familiar.

Why do I always go for the same types? Is it the arrogance? The airs of luxury? The trademark smirk? The novelty of being swept away?

I used to think that I wasn't susceptible, that I wouldn't fall into the same trap that most girls do.

Look at me now.