It bothers me a lot, when I found out that I liked you. I never thought that I could see something romantic about us. It cowers me, because I have the tendency to linger in the negative side. Also, the dangerous venom of ‘what ifs’ is haunting me tenaciously. And then here it comes; the day that I can experience it again, seating in my chair, contemplating about us with a big lump in my throat I can barely swallow. It pains me to realize that I caught myself to the same situation of pampering someone like you in my heart without a certain guarantee of returns.
