You know that moment, that brutally honest and crushing moment, when you realize you have absolutely no idea where you stand? You know that moment, when your heart sinks deep into your chest and you realize you are lost? That moment when you begin to question everything he's ever said and you wonder what am I, to you?
And yet, you find yourself speechless over and over again. You stifle all of the gnawing questions, time and time again, waiting for the perfect time that you know will never come. You find yourself resisting the urge to simply ask, because you are too afraid to hear the answer. What happens when there are too many unspoken worries and unanswered questions that you cannot go on. Will you know? Will you realize that there is no perfect time because is there is no good time to ask? That your questions all have inevitable answers but that one tiny speck of hope keeps overcoming the brutally honest and crushing realization that the answer is no where.