So, I’m vulnerably courageous!
“You have more courage than me,” he said in response.
I had just confessed to someone that I had begun to think of him as more than a friend.
The feeling was not mutual, but having courage was my consolation prize. It’s good to be courageous, but I hadn’t thought of my bold proclamation as an act of courage – I thought of it more as an act of impatience on my own part.
I didn’t want to wait and see what, if anything, would unfold with the right portions of time and space and dare-I-say destiny. I couldn’t quite muster the energy to do the socially acceptable thing, to stick it out, to drop hints and pick up on semi-subtle cues. I just wanted to know where I stood, for better or for worse.
The quick way. Ripping off the band-aid.
For the record, you know you’re not terribly…
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