Today, I decided to be brave just one more time. I decided to give in to what my heart wanted, and to go for it.
I write a letter at 3am, delivered it at 4am. He saw it and asked whether I wanted to talk. That’s more respect than the guys have given me previously. But deep in my gut, I somehow already know where the conversation is going. Nothing will come out of me liking him, I won’t be someone he sees that way.
But that doesn’t stop me from feeling hopeful, hopeful that he will be the one. Something is wrong with me. Why do I insist on putting myself through so much pain? What do I get out of it, other than heartache?
We will be talking either tonight or tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes, but at least, i decided to be brave one more time.
One Step At A Time 