Even though it hurts like hell. Even though it’s wildly inconvenient. Even though you feel stupid or embarrassed for feeling it. Even though you’ve psychoanalyzed yourself to death and traced the issue all the way back to your childhood mistreatment. The only way out is through here.
if you tell her how you feel, you’ll get a concrete answer (scary!)
but if you don’t, you can live in a limbo state where you hang out, even though the feelings inside you will stop any actual personal growth (awesome!)
