If I ain't right, I'm glad

I've always been right when it comes to "love" and the what-nots. So far my instincts have never lied to me. However, at this moment when things are going so wonderfully well despite the occasional playful banter, my gut feelings are telling me that something somewhere somehow will fuck up the whole blitheful escape.

Deardear, I want to be wrong. I pray to be wrong. At least for this time around. And if i'm right, then i guess, it is really up to you to prove me wrong.