This guy unveils such dulcet bearing towards me. He has ways of making my heart move in quick, irregular motions. Yet the barricade around me is my admonition of all the memories. And so, my first defense mechanism sets in and that is none other than to flee. But I guess I haven't flown away that far since he still continues to express such pleasant sentiments filling my heart with so much glee. Hence, I decided to left my door ajar. If the door is open just an inch or so, the air will be migrating swiftly out of the area that’s available. But, the measure of capacity of air within the house is so large that it would take much longer to dispense all of the air through such a tiny vent. Fabian policy. safety. However, I’m trapped in a mix up mystification on how to respond to it. Cause i really can’t tell if this affection is more than friends or merely he’s natural aura.