Maybe that's my problem, I'm a paradox, I'm so ******* ready to commit. Though I cannot even commit to which lyric I want tattooed on my skin, I can't commit to cigarettes, I can't commit to where to eat... Though if there is one thing I can commit to, It's her... I can tell you 20 of her favorite songs, and her favorite lyric phrases I complied for the mixed CD for her. I can tell you her favorite color, and why that's so. I can tell you her aspirations, Her dreams, what a certain slang of hers means. Though despite all of that, A commitment issue is what it seems, because I don't think she could ever commit to me...