i know that i have led myself to fall off a cliff.  i can only end up hurt.  there is no way that things will turn out the way that i want them to.  but, for some reason, i keep walking toward the edge.  i can see all the signs.  TURN BACK!  DANGEROUS CURVES AHEAD!  but there is this part of me, a part that i thought had died, that just wont let go.  there really isn't any strong evidence that i could possibly base all of this hope upon.  there are only little hints.  little looks, little words.  by no means anything monumental.  ther rational part of me believes that he is just being friendly with me.  the absolutely irrational, hopeless romantic part of me just can't give up on the remote, miniscule possibility of something happening.