the chase

It's risky to be close friends with the opposite sex, especially when there's attraction involved. Going with the flow and riding the chemistry is no longer fun; we're teetering on the edge of dangerous territory, and all this built-up tension can only spell trouble.

I'm sick of the chase. Sure, it can be amusing and exciting, but it's also confusing, frustrating, and ultimately unsatisfying. Time has never been a friend of mine - we're rarely on the same page because life is full of interruptions. I'm tired of this dance; flirting and teasing, waiting and wondering, analysing and rationalising. The uncertainty is unbearable. I'm dying to ask the right questions but too afraid to hear the wrong answers.

In the end, all this could just be in my head. To keep my sanity, maybe I should skip this page and close this whole ambiguous chapter.