Yet, most of the times, I can’t
decide if I want to spend time with someone or just being left alone to drown
myself in my own depression. I can’t decide if I should clear all my schedules
for the weekend just to be ready for someone or just die on the couch alone and
for the rest of my lives. I can’t decide if texting first would means I’m
desperate and going on the second date means I’m willing to give my heart a
chance. I just couldn’t decide!
I know, 50 years down the road, I’ll
only regret the lips I didn’t kiss, the chances I didn’t take, the hearts I
didn’t allow myself to intertwine with. But it’s ok, because I can tell myself
that I’m the only person to blame because we never gather enough courage to
take the leap of faith.