Last evening, I went out for dinner with someone whom I’ve had a sorta thing for… for a while now. It was really pleasant and I really enjoyed it very very much. But throughout the course of the dinner, as I got more and more comfortable; I thought less and less about the cuteness or the carefree way this person talked. But I began to think more of how great it would be to be friends. To have someone I could talk to simply and share and just have a conversation.
The thing about me is, I tend to bring all sorts of unwanted emotion into some equations. I mean, they’re not necessarily unwanted, just these sort of emotions can mess up what would probably turn out to be a really nice and great little friendship.
Sometimes, I have to go with my head, even though my heart tells me otherwise.