61 houses

I just got of work. It's one thirty. I counted the houses with lights inside on my way home. There were 61. I don't know why I did it. Perhaps I wanted to know I wasn't the only one still up.

I guess I felt a little alone in my car. I'm only human and we all need someone. I can pretend that I don't, but like every other girl I need someone to take my hand.

There's a lot of cute guys out there. I've kissed some of them. But none of them really knew me. I know I'm difficult. But I want a man who tries, 'cause he is so in love with me that he wants to know everything.