I'm a coward. If I wasn't I'd probably be in jail. But at least I'd have a better idea of how she feels about me.
Instead I sit in my corner waiting for death to claim me, which it will, eventually, it's part of being a mortal (, foolish (which raises the question are their any unfoolish mortals?)).
What brought this on? Well tonight I went to my brothers musical/play at his school. They did brigadoon, which for those of you that don't know is a love story about trusting your heart and following love and such. Or at least that's how I took it, and like the guy in it said, my mind always goes back to her.
But I'm a coward and live with the reasonable certainty that she wants nothing to do with me so I do my best to avoid the world because whenever I interact with it she is there again, waiting for me. (Figurativly at least, although sometimes literally as well)
Oh well, such is life or some such nonsense, back to being antisocial...