archival : still lost :
I wait and I wonder if I've said the right thing. I read, over and over, the words meant to convey my clicks and whirs, and I hope I'm understood. Am a making the right choice? If there is no right choice, am I making the choice that's right for me? I know the path of loving someone unfinished. We're all unfinished, but some of us are more broken than others. I have a track record of loving the broken ones. I'm a broken one.