When we first met you said all you wanted was a lover and best friend... Instead I became your personal handyman seemingly to repair your past leaky ceiling relationships... Maybe to super glue the many pieces of your broken heart back together or oil your squeaky insecurities... I spent much time tightening nuts and bolts in your suspicious mind seeing they were loose... But as of now I'm hanging up my hammer and tool pouch no longer your handyman I'm putting in my two weeks notice... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~