It’s common knowledge that you should not chase a guy because the right person wouldn’t drain. But no one ever talks about how hard it is not to chase him. Not because I’m desperate and I need a guy TAGEND

But because not chasing him represents facing the truth.

I’m too scared not to send the first letter, instead of waiting to see that you won’t message me first. I’m scared of not putting in “the worlds largest” extent of struggle, instead of letting you carry some of the weight. I’m scared to find out that you don’t want me . b>

Yes, I know that if you run or walk away then you weren’t the right one and that the right guy will come a long one day … but that doesn’t mean that this won’t hurt like hell. The right person will come along one day and make all my previous sorenes go away but I still have to get through my present pain.

I know I can’t chase you anymore and that I have to find out the truth for myself but that doesn’t intend I am not terrified to discover how you feel about me.

Chasing you may be tiring and spiteful: but finding out the truth is scaring and draining.

Part of me wants to hold onto you for time a bit longer: live out this brief fiction in my head and reckon a world-wide where you don’t induce me scared to find out the truth … but the other part of me knows that entertaining this delusion for more experience than I previously have will only contribute to the heartache.

But perhaps I’m being bleak: perhaps you will message me firstly, perhaps you will ask me out for chocolate and perhaps you will expose you have perceives for m e. Perhaps .

The simple truth is that: I have to stop chasing you . b> Even if that means you won’t stop and saunter towards me with open arms; even if that means you’ll walk away without so much as a movement goodbye.