One more time, one last story. How good will this one be? Another in my life , everytime it gets so dry. I cried, i asked. Am i being answered? Should i keep my gard up, or be free. Will it be a success or an express train to no where. No vivied map to guide me. I want it: Happyness, love, cared for, wanted. But no one will know but the two of us. Work it, effort, is what it will take to make our love string and succssed. For our love is a one of a kind. That no one can see.