The phobia that exists to commit to anyone is definitely growing with every new friend I make.
There's no denying that there is interest, sometimes one way, sometimes the other, sometimes even both ways. Yet each time, it closes in... i start to get cold feet and its an unfortunate truth.
Do i really want to love again? but the bed-times are getting lonely, the sheets feel cold to the touch, the laughter is hollow and rings in the house.
Sigh, will there be a light at the end of this tunnel?
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