Honesty's Break at Freedom
"What kind of like?"
The kind that drives a childish desire to be clever. To be recognized as smart and interesting so I can be worth your attention.
The kind that makes me fear that perhaps you are just nice and put up with my shenanigans not because you are interested in me, but because it would be rude to ignore.
The kind that makes me lie awake at night and conjecture scene upon scene of our encounters, both real and imaginary, trying to be ready for whatever the next step might be so I can avoid making a fool of myself
The kind that draws out positive thinking when I am naturally sarcastic and cynical. I don't even know how, but it's true.
The kind that amplifies my trepidation of learning something about you that I do not like or perhaps cannot reconcile, some reason that this should not be happening that is too logical to ignore, some advice or trusted word that warns me against knowing you further than I do.
The kind that ties up my tongue when you ask me these questions.
"The good kind."
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Perfect sequel. I relate to the conjecture of scenarios to be prepared. This often overlaps with the trepidation of learning something too logical to ignore. The worry that the other person is just 'being nice' is universal. You hit the nail on the head.
- Posted 10 days ago
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