The Twentieth

What will happen right now? You know me, I was never good at making decisions. Thank you.
Some people can handle mornings. Not me. It takes a while before I start speaking. And with you, I would rather stay silent as long as possible. It is easier to leave without a word.
There is that nagging feeling that this is the end. I can no longer look at you directly. Do I regret it? Sometimes. I also think I would regret otherwise.
What will happen right now? I am still contemplating my decision, which may never come. Happy Birthday.