Originally written: November 19, 2009
Don’t ask me how I feel about you if you’ll just stand up and walk out on me when I tell you. Besides, telling you the truth could shake the ground we built. We’re friends. And telling you I want more could possibly kill our friendship.
But maybe when I throw caution to the wind, I might be rewarded. Maybe I’ll get my heart’s wish, not my heart’s fears… Oh, why must intricacy be a part of this spell I was cast upon with? Why must I lament for a second? And then why does my heart leap in inexplicable heights when you spare me your attention?
One day I’ll probably throw that caution to the wind. First, I must be sure.
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