I want to smack you straight across the mouth, but not before I kiss it.
I want to push your arms away from mine, but not before they wrap around me.
I’m not broken, but you are.
I want to fix that.
It’s a terrible idea.
I know what I’m getting myself into.
But somehow I can’t stop it, like a tornado or my taxes.
Bad timing.
Bad timing.
Bad timing.