I have realized and accepted the fact that one of my worst habits, if not THE worst, is that I obsess over things. At all times, I need something to obsess about. Most times, it's a female. The constant *hope* of finding the love I'm looking for. A love that just may never be found, because it's too good to exist. But I don't think so. I still have that hope and I'll never let go of it. It's strange, too, because the things I do not obsess over, I am completely apathetic about.
I have my reasons, whether they be wrong or not, I do have my reasons.

Beautiful girl, cries for help,
letting go of her views of him.
Struggling to help, he cannot anymore.
For he is the consultant, now.
And not the love of whom he desires.
Be sweet, be caring, be there for her,
but don't slip out of your position.
It's all a game, most times.
Admitting the truth can be difficult.
But winning isn't always the end.
No, you've got to succeed in your success
to be real. Forever.

Is it the beauty, is it the humor, is it the detailed blueprints that match so closely?
What is good? What is bad?
You should've learned by now. You went through this before.
It's the all of you -- I can fall in love with. And I wonder if you'll see that,
and I wonder if you'll feel the same.

....Sometime.