I want to say it.
I want you to know.
This…
this thing we have…
it's hard to deal with.
This…
this game we're playing.
Relationship chicken,
but kind of opposite,
is ridiculous.
It's opposite
because there's no relationship
to gamble,
except one that does not-
but could someday-
exist.
And this sucks.
We're losing each other
but we're both scared.
Scared to care
for fear of getting hurt.
Again.
So we pretend
everything is fine,
nothing is awkward.
But in reality,
we're giving up.
Me on you,
You on me,
both on
us.