There's a moment in every friendship between a guy and a girl, where a girl or maybe a guy starts to imagine something more than friendship might happen. Once the possibility is out there, it's hard to keep it there.
Usually in this phase one of two things happens, either you begin to unconsciously think of this person at random hours, bubbling with the possibility of possibility. Or one or both of you will do something rather bone-headed which makes the idea of any future together, as anything but as friends completely impossible.
That giddy mixture of hope and need is a volatile cocktail of emotions.
I like him. I'm not sure I want to like him, but I do.
The danger of being hurt suddenly feels real. So too does my doubt and my confidence. I find myself suddenly feeling as if what I say now could really matter.
Sigh.
I hate hormones.
10:22 PM - 11.07.2010
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