But I can’t.
There is too much at stake.
If I ask, I risk losing a friendship.
If I know, things will never be the same.
If I could read his mind, I would.
If I knew for sure, I would ask.
I am afraid of being hurt; of losing something.
I am afraid of losing a friendship I can never get back.
I am afraid of awkwardness; of strangeness; of rejection.

Rejection

The double-edged sword.

Rejection

The beginning of the end.

Rejection

The pain and stinging it brings with it.

Is it better to just let it be?
I think not!
But I just can’t do it.
I simply can’t.

Time ticks away as I sit here pondering the many possibilities. What to do? What to do?

Rejection versus Happiness

Happiness versus Rejection

Alas and alack! My poor mind is scrambled like the eggs I had for breakfast.

Rejection is what scares me. Curiosity is what keeps me going.

I need answers.

Definitive answers.

Solid Proof.