deep like linoleum

I think:
I live my life in the heightened anticipation of a kiss that never comes . . . and without the chutzpah to so much as tilt my head and lean in.

And then, I think:
Wow, do I suck.

And finally, I think:
Eh, at least I've got all my limbs. And you know, cheese is good, too.

And I feel ever so much better.