I realize
that the more I have gotten to know you, the less I understand.
Besides the fact that I let my own selfish feelings get in the way, you do not really give me a reason not to. You actually give me every reason to let my feelings get in the way. You have let your own insecurities tumble down through conversations - and do not think I won’t quote you. As much as I love the attention I do not love the uncertainty that follows. Oh, and for the record you love the attention that much more. It is obviously about more than attention, I sure as fuck don’t know, and you won’t either until you get your shit squared away. Even if figuratively you are more of a circle. Maybe I love you, or maybe I love the thrill of loving what I want, but know I cannot have. Too much has been invested to let it go now. And ohhhhh - it’s MUTUAL.
