I've been sitting on this far longer than I ever should've. Putting it off until next time, waiting for the perfect moment to come into view & fall into my lap. I am a shameful dog of hypocrisy, with my lying mouth hanging open and my tail between my legs. It isn't going to come so gracefully-- it could be anything but easy, and the results irreparable. Procrastinating day after day, letting the minutes pass and the dust settle for longer & longer. Most nights in my effort to sleep, I find myself shaking tiny spiders off my arms wildly. Why do I do this to myself? The man is my friend, I have known him for many years, and regardless of whether or not I am flawless, he should be privy to the way I am feeling.
But still I continue on this way, hiding...
