When You Gracefully Creep In . . .
I was looking for it, trust me, the every last thing I needed was this. I didn't him, and I didin't need to feel this way. Why do I feel this? Why do I feel this need. I can't let this happen again. I won't. It torn me up for the last seven years. I can't do that again, I just can't.
So what if he's two years younger? So what if he's no Zac Hanson? Not everyone can be a Hanson. But, God, he needs to shave. But he does have kind eyes. And he's taller than I am -
Wait. Why do I have to come with reasons? Why am I trying to convice myself? I'm so confused. I don't even know if he likes me. What if he doesn't? What will I do if it's a big mess all over again? I can't let that happen.
I need to get it out. I need to tell him. Because I can't let it happen again. I won't!
But.
What if I'm settling?